I mean it, I do
I do love you.
I love you like…
(like a kid loves a flower and tends to it
who waits for it to bloom but then plucks it.
like a middle-aged woman
who tries to decorate her empty nest
but donates the extra furniture
to get rid of all that emptiness.
like an octogenarian knitting new sweaters with her shaking fingers and fading memory
by unraveling wool from old ones.)
…you think I do.
for everyone, it’s different
sometimes love can become a weakness.
the problem is you love me now
for a wildness that can not be tamed.
you love me in your spilling youth
and right now
even though I’ll never let you see it
all I have is me
right now I can’t share what’s left.