Crazy it feels, as if we seek the same

yet for you… from this man…  for another

And I? I would be with you.

Feel you feel me

then ache as you turn away again..

Talking concessions,

Grieving already the limitations you’re finding.

For whose sake? this compromise,

this complicity of hearts.

And mine?

Too full, and too empty

for the lees of your loving.