Ambre, share your thoughts with me.
I see you here, and pensive:
You’ve love and restlessness in you,
And they are coextensive,
But there is something different now.
You gaze into the distance,
As though surrendering, somehow,
And giving up resistance.
Owen, I think I see the way
That I will need to go,
And I would not cause pain, but yet,
It seems it must be so.
I know what love is, thankfully,
Both getting it and showing,
But I must leave that for a time,
To get where I am going.
So tell him, when you see him,
That I did love him, true,
But that there has to be a “me”
Before a “me-and-you”
She sat and watched the water,
The silent, hanging day,
Because sometimes to sacrifice
It is the only