blah blah blah

such masterful departure
nothing abrasive
    nor hurtful.
still, how do I feel?
my ability to pin this down as always
    now escapes me.
And I wonder if it matters?
    Is it supposed to?

you said I worry too much
and here again, you win.
but I know this one's worthy...
    for you. I worry for you.

chiming of memories, a flash here
    -at the front door, you loved me.
a picture i framed of you there
    -laughing sincerely at me.

I miss this thing. I just really
want you to miss it as well.
Would you admit it?
    Cause I can't see that happening.

Yet the mass of my relief is grand.

I love you. Yes, you are a real love

still- honestly, and no crossed fingers-

the only one.
           But my heart says you must be more than love to return.
You asked me once if you were good enough.
I should have said "Yes, you are good, love."