Tuesday, October 21, 2008

evanescent mirth

If I can bring you back, that will be tempting.
Yet, I must -- I shall resist
for my needing you is selfish.
Your return is yours to inspire and mine
to fulfill --
Not yours to make sure of --
Not mine to weave in magic.

I yearn to be with you
but that is evanescent mirth.
I'll think I'll take care of you, you'll end up
my shelter instead.

If I can touch you now I'd rather it be the last.
I shall not forget you
but I need to -- I will let you rest.

I'll let your smile be yours,
I'll let your innocence be eternal.
My wish is to become you
Much like you became me.

2001.nov