i should not write today or tomorrow
because i will be too honest
i best not embrace joy or feel sorrow
because both will only cause us unrest
i cannot come here with you again
because i already imagine us while asleep
and i recognize your fear of much too much
because what I feel is always far too deep.
so instead i bury my head in the sand
salty skin, crisp tan lines yet with no anchoring hand
because if i share what you want - my soul will inevitably pour
and a picture perfect performance will reopen this door,
and all i can hope is that in time I can care less
because i fear you will never care anything more.