when i find my face just inches from yours,
your eyes fixed on mine,
brimming with pain of the past,
but finding hope nonetheless,
i know that i have stepped toward the precipice
i have to choose in this moment
must i harden myself to the reality that it is the thought of you that fills my dreams?
or do i simply surrender myself, and brace for impact…
and all the while, i agonize over the time that separates us
so, when i woke this morning, greeted by your affection,
i knew that my ponderings had found their answer
my intuition whispers to me, urging me to prepare for the pursuit
because i know what it means to fall,
and, with the prospect of you, i choose to do so willingly
