The morning today,
Laughed through my window.
I knew something was up;
Rarely were my winters so warm,
So content.

The cup on my table
Was empty;
But like gypsies who read
Messages otherwise overlooked,
I knew I had a message for you.

It's not like I cannot love you,
And it is not like I cannot fall for you,
But right now,
I do not have the strength to.

Love is a constant battle,
Not necessarily ugly;
But a battle nevertheless-
And my youth, as young and happening as it looks
Is a little too tired
A little too worn.

I think you think a little too much
About what I would think
How I would react
How my thoughts would fold and unfold.

But it doesn't matter.

There will always be other fish in the sea.
Happier, yellow, with sunlight for stripes
It'll leave behind a trail of magic for you
I know you will follow it
You know what to do.
You have always been smart.

at least life won't scarce to you then.
It won't shy away, like I did.

~*~