LOVE vol. 4
Love asked me to hold space for her,
Next to me, on the seat by the window,
She told me to watch the world pass by,
Even though we were going nowhere fast,
With every stop, I wondered,
At what point we would get off this train,
At what point the thought would stop,
And the destination would come,
Love just held my hand and said,
Write to me more, write to me then,
I will understand why the destination,
Means more to you than the journey we are on,
Love asked me to hold space for her,
Next to the full stop by the end of my story,
She told me to hold my breath like a comma,
Even though I thought these lungs need air,
With everyone that got on and off,
Pieces of me left and pieces came to be,
And these pieces all still claimed me,
Even in their difference, you see,
I wrote to love,
In anger and in joy for to love is to choose,
And if words were an unspoken decision,
I write to love.
~Frankhie
