We have compassion yes. But will you let me back in or leave me out here in the cold?

I feel your withdrawal from me. I feel an emptiness where you once stood.

Like you’ve stepped back to safety.

I’ve laid myself bare and I stand here naked.


The teardrops fall around me, muddying my feet.

I don’t want the superficial, I want you deep. And me deep.

So tell me now
Shall I step backward
Retreat to safety too?

Or do I fall to my knees
Grasping your legs
Continue to plead?