Here there is no straddling of borders
with ambiguous gestures
Saying, “I love you,”
And lacks the contingent of reciprocity.
Not asking for what can’t be giving
Yet fighting earth and sky
to give more than you have.
It is the unheard whisper
without pomp, circumstance or display
A touch that carries you through the day
The few moments
that can carry you through the week
The balm we all seek.
It endures us
It is believing there can be us.
When to fight
or simply let go
because leaving can be loving too.
Knowing there’s love
at the other side of romance.