What Of It?

I must scream this;
I must shriek it
aloud from the heavens:
What if
you are not the man
I have hoped for?
What if
I am only the man
that you fear?
What then?
What then
of our love
and our time together?
What then
of the moon on the river
between us,
this wide white ribbon
that can never be broken,
but must be tattered
always —
what of it?

Advertisements

Talk back to me. Trust me; I'm listening.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s