I’m here
and I’m not going anywhere
but forward, with you
I’m the man who can’t be moved
I walked and walked, he said
I walked forward
but the palm of your hand escaped me
I kept reaching my face towards your side
to share the moments with you
and at some point I had to turn around and come back
a detour well worth my while
but it strengthened my sense of direction
and my heart is stronger now, my fingers more nimble to wipe the tears from your heart shaped box
I had to turn back
your face met me at every corner
the sound of your voice, your ideas, the whispers you poured into my ears
the feeling of you wrapped around me, lingered and lingered
the road ahead met me with visions of us
and yet my gaze turned sideways was empty
it was wrong, all wrong,
only made right by you and your palm against mine
there’s no turning back now
you’re coming with me
and I will fight you for it, should I have to, that heart shaped box
yours to be shared with me and all the world
I have no qualms about war to make it mine, again
deeper than you could have dreamt of
surrender, now.
-W