when you laughed, i smiled and said, "let me stay a while."
"but you mustn't," you replied, "for if i let you,
a while will then soon become a while bit longer
and forever, you will spend with me, i, with you."
"you have misunderstood me. when i say 'a while',
i mean just that. i want to be near you a while,
to be in your arms and feel loved for one last time."
"then you'll leave? nonsense! need not beg me to keep you;
i'd gladly keep you for myself. but you must go
before i leave your life in ruins of empty hope."
"empty hope? i do not understand. you are hope.
are you too afraid to embrace me and love me,
or are you too proud to keep the one thing you love?"
"i am too proud of my faults, with them, you'll perish,
and too afraid i can't love you like others could."
(c)2004 mai kozai
silence is also music. {11:13 PM}
the poet
mai sharona.
december 5, 1984.
davis, california.
a sucker for flowers.
