Home in your arms; I shake outside of them. Everything stops when we embrace. Everything but the ever knowing that you will never be mine. Yet I am already yours. I give myself aware of the inevitable consequence of the death of our love. My smiling heart breaks a little each day under the weight of our reality.
And how you must feel…with the knowing that one day you will release the woman who makes you come alive into another man’s arms.
And my heart will still long for you but yours…yours will be the one broken.
(photo by Scott James Prebble)