Be Gentle with My Heart

 

I see you—
at the end of this path,
and my heart runs before my feet do.

Four hours to you
is nothing—
a blur of road and want.
Four hours back
is everything—
heavy, hollow,
like leaving sunlight behind.

I thought I was safe.
I thought I could hold back,
but here I am—
all of me
laid bare before you.

Please—
be gentle with this heart.
It’s not perfect,
but it’s yours.

I want to know you—
every line,
every page,
even the scribbles
you’ve hidden in the margins.

I know you’re careful.
I know you’re afraid—
so am I.
But if you let me in,
I’ll hold your words
like they’re holy.

Forever is a myth,
but this moment—
it feels infinite.

Honey,
you are lovely.
And I wish I could
hold you
longer.