Fairly Mine

They always say

‘the heart wants what it wants’—

does that mean love bears a burden,

when hearts aren’t smooth as stone?

When words mean nothing,

and a gesture amplifies for miles,

all I need right now is a shoulder to cry on.

I need a crutch when nothing is broken,

but I have no energy to walk.

A light in the daytime when

I still cannot see.

Though frail now,

I never take what I can’t later give.

This, I promise,

and this, you will behold.

Forever a mystery how I stumbled upon your essence—

a keepsake seemingly stored for me.

Azana Green