Yours

You hide while I seek
That which I have yet to understand.
I wait for you to speak;
You leave me something scribbled on the sand.
What do you see
When you look at me?
Will I ever be
All I long to be?

You say, "Come,"
Even when You know I'll run;
You say, "Love,
You will always be my love."
Is it because you have always known
That I am really not my own,
That I am and ever shall be...
Yours?

I say I will stay
And quietly sit at your feet this time,
But I walk away,
Knowing well how much I'll leave behind.

What do you see
When you look at me?
Will I ever be
All I need to be?

You say, "Come,"
Even when you know I'll run;
You say, "Love,
You will always be my love."
Is it because you have always known
That I am really not my own,
That I am and ever shall be...
Yours?


© 2012 David Acosta