I will not wait for thee.
Wishing with my love to stay,
Yet still I pack to leave.
A ring, a promise to return,
Determined, both, to make it so.
Life's lessons prove difficult to learn,
This one the most: letting go.
She holds from me something dear:
My heart, my hand, my mind, and soul.
Two halves apart, for almost a year,
Longing again to be made whole.
A commitment to each other,
She wants something I can not give,
But me, I just want her.
Jonathan Stephen Bruce