It’s no secret
that I was afraid
to reach out
and touch you.
I knew in that moment
I would change.
Such a simple thing,
done in an instant.
Like autumn,
leaching the color from the sky,
exchanging pallets.
Comfort was only a thing
when I ignored the pallor,
resting in my skin.
Why does it cost me
everything
to want to be with you?
Why do I value
anything at all?
Putting down the weight
of a new disorder.
Crying when I learn
what I’m tied to.
None of this makes sense,
but I think that’s normal.
None of this
was as it appeared.
I’m still alive,
feeding on my shadow.
Fill up
my cup
with all these tears.
Saying good-byes,
never what I savoured.
Wish I had the courage
to grow cold,
then I might be
with you
on a summer day,
as we watch the sky
grow old.
I want to reach out and touch you.
HG – 2020
This is a beautiful poem on love and the cost to the heart. Lovely my friend. ❤️Joni
Thank you, as always. Have a Blessed Sunday.
My pleasure friend. Love and blessings Joni ❤️