Just you

I am tired of cradling my face,

In the palms of my hands,

Between weakened knees.

There is so much more that I could say,

But just the thought of your name;

My tears fall free and I am swept away.

If I had known that was my last night in your sheets,

I would have held you until we became one flesh;

I would have never left.

With you, I’m never close enough.

I would have asked you to never let me go,

What would you have said?

I guess I’ll never know.

But what I do know is that, this is far worse than before;

When I hated you,

or tried to.

When my anger and pain resonated through my house,

Like the echo of a slamming door.

This time however,

As I melt into the floorboards of my bedroom,

It’s because of all the love I still hold for you.

With each tear I shed, all I want is to be beside you,

To care for you, to guide you.

To cradle your face, in the palms of my hands,

Between weakened knees.

Just you and just me.