The Patient Welcome

That wasn’t all I meant to say.
The words can get stuck.
There’s more, if you’ll listen.
I wanted to tell you:
I want you, I need you.
Those words are so worn,
Wouldn’t blame you for leaving.
All I know right now,
Is that you make life better,
Though I’m thinking of my life,
Though I’m trying not to.

I can’t promise to change,
If you’ll say that you’ll stay.
I’ve promised before,
And always fallen short.
But if you sleep here tonight,
I won’t beg you tomorrow.
Go where you need to.
Be your own guide.
You’ll always be welcome,
Wherever I am.
That’s a promise I can keep,
Wherever your road leads.

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This website showcases content created by Eric Priezkalns, who also uses the pen name Ray Blank when writing science fiction. It includes stories, essays, poems, short films and audio recordings.