Pull me close
and whisper in my ear.
Tell me you aren't leaving,
that you'll stay with me here.
I know you have your duties,
that nagging list of chores.
I know you always say it,
but I don't feel like I am yours.
When you throw on that old coat
and look into my eyes,
the past reoccurs;
its time for the goodbyes.
Every time that you come back,
my heart aches; it's sore,
because every time, I know
you'll disappear once more.
I silently suffer
when I let myself believe.
Because if I ever sleep lightly,
I can almost feel you leave.
Last night, I cried alone,
wallowing in my shame.
You appeared out of nowhere,
you had heard me say your name.
You held me through the night,
quiet, as we lay.
And the next morning I was pleased;
for you had decided you would stay.
