Such a large chasm
between loving you and creating a deserved home
is the fear of the next step? Or of the first?
I simply know
the notion of you leaving now
tears cardiac tissues like Kleenex
like nothing I've felt since a forgone era
But wiser men before me
said plainly, 'Don't win her heart if you're not gonna relinquish yours'
To which i reply, 'It's already given. Now she needs to unearth it'
Under age and soil and the ghosts of loose morals
there's a root feeding every vital organ
encompassing every patriarchal hardship
Pleading with myself
Find a shovel to reveal painted colors
an acrylic landscape of what life offers