I will be quiet now
and allow you
a turn to speak.
Your eyes have told me
the truth your lips
stumble on.
I’m leaving if you
don’t give a voice
to your heart.
The burden is heavy,
and I’m packing my things
but the door stays open.
I will be on my way out
if you wish
for this to be goodbye.
I was holding on
too tightly to something
not yet mine.
I’m sorry and now
I’ll wait for you
to call me back.