Our Forever

Our promises strive

and fight,
to not come true.

Our lust
pinches,
pokes and teases
with it's yearning,
but can't
be fulfilled.

Our trust
is many sided,
and is abundant
with inadequacies.

Our need,
derived of
past moments,
instead of fading,
looms up like an
unwelcome request.

Our words
are flimsy,
but want to be strong,
want to prove their truth.

And our love,

nurtured tirelessly,
but still neglected,
it's water is us only
"being together."
It's roots
are made up of our
desired reunion.

I need it
simply to breath,
to bath,
to drink,
to shelter,
to provide with no question,
till our forever,
together,
as one,
is done.

April