[...And I do love you. It is only timing that has made it such a dark hour...]

Calmly sliding into uncertainty.

Because each key to you

leads to another locked door. 

And the only way back is away

and through.

A glass has spilled over:

But the water will dry;

And I will pray for forgiveness.

Hoping that with you again,

I'll share.

.

Every part of me is mine.

So recklessly present;

Imperfect.

Praying some day, 

Return.