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.