don’t leave me
she silently pleads through eyes that are wide and deep-set and dark
and sometimes, to you,
they may look hollow; empty even
but that’s only because you’re trying to convince yourself that she’s heartless.
Because you can’t grasp the concept of her,
how she can smile and wink with one side of her face and scowl with the other.
she may tell you
in even fewer words than that,
but that’s only cos the fewer words she gives you,
the smaller glimpse you get
into her soul.
It is beautiful, though, you know.
It may be poorly tended but
underneath the overgrowth
lies a rosegarden.
And she’s cautious.
Of course she’s cautious;
no one but her has ever set foot in it or even seen it.
She wants to open up to you,
to give you the key and invite you in
you haven’t given her any reason to believe that
you won’t stomp in
with muddy boots
and trample everything she’s spent her whole life protecting.
Just give her patience.
Keep quietly watering her soul from a distance
and put on your shiniest dress-shoes.
Just please don’t give up on her