i remember our simple love.
holding each other at night.
Tight.
like children afraid of summer thunder.
i would cling toyou like the last straw in quicksand.
And your loving hands would press me genly,
as if i were a delicate flower,
petals shyly folding.
i wish for those times.
when it was enough to watch t.v. and laugh at the world.
when our silence meant only warm contentment.
when i only knew a tear during moments of
explosive
releasing
Joy.
i wish i had not outgrown you.
i wish i could turn back and run into your arms.
i wish, at least, that i had not broken your spirit,
when i relaxed my grip.
but i am not the same girl you loved.
nor am i the lady who left you.
finally,
i have become a woman.