love told me yesterday
that you would not be long;
i waited for the right
time —
or was it hesitance,
this pausing at the base
of what might be a hard
climb?
the shadow of a cliff,
the fear of losses past:
the sun is setting,
should i go
or stay?
love told me yesterday
to wait to feel the sun
just came up on the two of us
today
To share is human:
