Choices

there is just so much I want to say
and if I pull on this stream
of mindfulness,
will the letters crumble
through this pen
onto parchment

and with this tender travail
surrounded by doubts and inadequacy
I know that you know

and yet, I could not bring myself to divulge
the undeniable,
this truth

we savored enchantments
relished in rapture

and still, I stood firm
masking my semblance
of being so sure,
I never learn

scrambling to catch butterflies
in the midst of a fire storm
lost sight of what I most desired

you ...