Wishful Thinking

Sometimes I wish that you could just feel how deeply I feeland know the true depths of my love.If only I could, I’d take hold of your hands,take hold of your fingers,
and let them run over the face of my spirit,the uneven surface of my broken, torn, weary soul.And at great risk of tearing myself apart,I would let you touch the texture of my heart.Because maybe then
– just maybe then –
you would come to learn and understandhow much it all hurts
and how painful it is
to burden the thought of losing you,even if you are
not mine to lose.