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 ...