4x3x2, seems like a box you were trying to fit into.
Mere clay, pressing yourself into this mold silently praying that it wouldn’t just all explode.
A novel you could write. About the love that he showed you when the sun wasn’t so bright.
Far beyond the 4 letter word. To let him go just seems so absurd.
Yet even crazier it feels to hold on,
Although you know for a fact that nothing went wrong.
Staring at the puzzle of the future that you see yourself going,
And his piece doesn’t fit. At what time will you know when
To let go or keep him close.
He’s a security. A friend. More than just a MCM post.
The bond you both built took years. So separation makes you wonder why. Are you only stuck in fear?
Of letting something incredible go in the wind, and having to settle even worse then you would have to with him.
Looking for the answer when really you’re blind,
But the Braille that you’ll find will come within and with time.
There’s beauty in what you don’t know.
As it lines the path you have yet to go.
Invest in you and have faith it’ll be okay,
And I guarantee you’ll come out way better then yesterday.
