History

The parts of Me
that can be in love
with another person
are suspended in a few short encounters
resulting in a phenomenon known as "us".
Left to flourish
in its unadultered state,
this blissful altitude
has become
My most sought after experience.
you have carved yourself
Entire generations of caverns
Into My memory
And sadly, My love
you make it clear
That you fear now
To walk them
For not having any idea
As to what may lie
Hiding therein.
Nothing you can not handle
Is My only promise to you
For the present.
Even though
you mean to run
Walk.