Ask

You don't ask questions.
And when you do,
you seem unnerved by my response.

And so I sat there,
tears streaming down my face,
just silently holding you.

And you wiped my tears away.
And tried to make me smile,
and kissed my salty lips,
but you did not ask.

Maybe you assumed that I was crying
because you were leaving,
even though I knew the time would come.
Or maybe you were too afraid
of hearing my real answer
to ask about my thoughts.

The tears you swept from my lashes
were not for your departure.

I cried because I care for you
more than you care for me.
Because what I want from you
is more than you're willing to give.
Because I know despite it all-
kind words, warm touch, gentle eyes-
you will never let me into your life,
though you could be the center of mine.

And when you left I waved,
but when you were gone I sobbed.
I let everything go and I wept,
sitting in the drivers seat
of a car in a hotel parking lot.

And more than anything else I cried
because it was not the first time,
and I know it's not the last,
that my eyes burn with tears
because you turn out to be
exactly who I know you are.

But I can't let you go.

Reviews

[Lorry]

Wonderfully penned with raw emotion that we can all relate to, from not asking the questions or not hearing the answers. Just because the road is at an end doesn't mean the questions stop. Thanks for sharing.

[H]

this is very raw & contains a lot of feeling. Thank you.