Coming back to you
With a final cupped kiss
That would soon leak away
With long standing salute
Undiluted I say
“We will see each other
Another day”
And under the cover of darkness
I will slip from sight
And fight my legs to keep walking
Not stumble or sway
And I wish
Just once
That a hand will grab
Onto my sleeve
Fingers clenched tight
And beg me
“Don’t leave”
Yet It happens not
Because I know
You know
I have a boon in my life
“The strife of responsibilities”
I cry
Loose ends, knots to be tied
But I’ll be back
I will return
That is no lie
I will cut these bonds
To be with you
Soon… you will see!
Me walking from the horizon
Towards you
Free, unchained
Let the future ensue…
Because to much,
I miss you.
Alexander Watson
Wed 21st Dec 2016 23:56
Thank you both for your comments. I'd like to think I'm clever but it was an honest mistake Cynthia. It is ment to be "too much" although now you've pointed it out in both contexts I think I'll keep it as is haha, thank you for the insight.