Crazy it feels, as if we seek the same
yet for you… from this man… for another
And I? I would be with you.
Feel you feel me
then ache as you turn away again..
Talking concessions,
Grieving already the limitations you’re finding.
For whose sake? this compromise,
this complicity of hearts.
And mine?
Too full, and too empty
for the lees of your loving.