I focus your truths in knots sometimes seated in my throat and sometimes threaded through fingers dampened by seething dread but I cannot let you go. You hang on me like whispers wind their way around silence and I cannot find my way to you.
We speak many words and we’ve held each other up in varied ways and mostly I find myself wanting more. Craving your next words, the next moment you’ll light up my phone and bright up my face. I hate to say it here, but I fear I cannot live without you, at least in this instant, in this moment in time — and that scares me.
I hate to think my existence is dependent upon another and yet when I’m at the edge you somehow manage to pull me back. Out of all the people trying, you were the only one I didn’t push away. I can’t say no to you.
You’ve said a lot to me, darlin’ … a lot that makes me smile, makes me think, makes me feel … but there’s only one word (to be fair, two) that I find completely irresistible.
“C’mere,” you said.
And I replied “I’m on my way.”
If only.
