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.

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