Love letter # 208
There is a space beside me. It’s where I want you to be.
Am I being impatient? Would it be better if I kept my wishes secret – or at least wordless? Shall I continue to subsist on half delivered promises?
Forgive me – but I cannot. I will not. I would like to fly, not be suspended.
Will you be with me now? Will you come across that bridge? Shall I have the honour of your hand?
See here – this is the road I walk upon. No – I do not know where it goes; but I want you for my compass.
Can we turn this silver into gold? Shall we risk this lovely spark for a fire? Will you?
Because I would.