Lover, walk on by. When I'm ready,
you will know. I'll let you know.

I'll call out your name
in the direction my selfishness made you travel.
You will retrace the steps leading back
to what once was us - to me.

Look at me. What changed my mind
does not change me - I love you,
who believe every word, every time.
Without change.

What lies before us: an option
to travel, and a stillness we know is waiting
calmly, deadened at every start.
Like this: your head buried
in these arms, a silence
extends to the furthest point,
beyond which
not even silence can call you back.
 
I will not let you travel far.