In the moment feeling so numb,
facing the loss of what we’d become.
Sweetly, you reached out your hand to soothe,
further showing what I had to loose.
Wishing for the serenity of your bed,
the conversation diverted, things left unsaid.
Usually I try to fill the silence,
but you get me, saying less makes sense.
I left you a letter after that mess of a situation
as an affirmation of my staying,
holding steadfast, pushing past my reservations,
thinking you are worth the pain,
verifies the risk worth taking.