Hold me close,
but forgive my unease.
I’ve wronged you. Lied
and betrayed you;
masked my secrets beneath your good-will.
There’s coming back from this,
you say. I tell you that might be so,
but I’m scared things won’t be the same,
aware of a gulf swallowing moments between us like
the sea swallows space. Maybe,
if I’m lucky,
it will swallow me too.
But I shake my head,
silence myself and nestle to you,
never close enough.