Make people happy.
You are not what is expected.
You have so many words for one so stoic.
In one night and half a day, morning filled with nothing but body language and eye contact
Night filled with sweat, song and touch
You taught me about me
You showed me what it is to revel in love and feel true
How does an old spirit live in a body so young?
Teach me what you know.
Timing does not permit you to stay and I’m trying not to feel any other way than
Happy and full of love for your impending flight
I know this isn’t an end.
I’ve known you before.
I’ll know you again.
For now, I want you to stay and though I know we don’t always get what we want.
I’m left on the floor to ponder more of the age old question:
Is it better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all?