It is strange
Being the other party.
The one being asked to let go.
It’s not that I didn’t sympathize with those
Who loved me more than is wise.
I just did not love them as much as they wanted.
I don’t tell them that though my heart is open,
It is guarded. Access is only as
Deep as my trust.
Now it’s revealed that I am not wise;
My love runs deep. The question for me remains
Are you still hesitant to trust?
September 2, 2004