I have been a fool for lesser things,
but something about this strikes me as
important,
and I’d be daft
to let it slip on by.
I think you ought to know that
I intend to keep my heart just
out of reach,
in case something goes awry.
You’ve been keeping a list
of your concerns.
It’s been growing longer
as each day passes. It’s taking a toll
on my already weary heart.
And no matter how much you
keep promising that
this is what you want
there’s always that tone to your voice,
that uncertainty that plagues my
3 am thoughts.