I [DON'T] WANT TO
pick my things up and go
i don’t want to
leave him behind
i don’t want to
end this moment
i don’t want to
give up on all that’s there
and yet i find myself
picking up one foot
and putting it in front of the other
i want to
hold him in my arms
i want to
tell him how I feel
i want to
show him what i mean
i want to
reveal who i am
and yet i find myself
picking up one foot
and putting it in front of the other