i wish i had a story to tell
something to turn over
and over
in one’s head
in one’s hand
on those bastard lonely
cruel nights
when one can’t help but be
honest about who he is
something to hold
all i have is the knowledge
that i loved one once
truly -
that the letting go
was the best, most pure gift
i ever gave
give
to her
all i have is the fear
that when i find another
star shining on a hill
it will be best to
remain hidden
lest her light shine on me
casting a shadow
on one who is worthy
