I spent the last year of
my marriage crying,
And I cried for another
year after that.
I do not want to cry
any more; I do not
Want to go back to
that dark place.
Even though I was falling
in love, even though
I will miss your smile,
your hands, the way
You say my name, I need
the tears to stop.
“I can’t make you love
me,” sang Bonnie Raitt,
And only now do I know
what she meant.
I want your love freely
given, even if every
Molecule quivers at the
possibility of getting
Hurt. And I could not
promise there would
Be no pain, but there
would be joy, too.
It’s up to you.
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