Puerile
I’ll tell you to hold on tight,
and we can be alone together
in this nothingness.
I’ll tell you to tell me a story,
and we can laugh and cry together
in this silence.
I’ll tell you to paint me a picture,
and we can admire together
in this darkness.
I’ll tell you to scare me a little,
and we can play dangerously
in this insecurity.
I’ll tell you I love you,
but you are gone and
I am alone.
