someday.

yes i love you with all my heart and mean it,
but one day i'll just stop talking--
and i'll never write another word about you.

i won't stare at the black night ceiling with your name on my lips,
with my fingers keeping silent secrets from you,
always poised to spill my emotions and fears out
through the safety of distance.

i won't make wishes
on dandelions
or satellites
for you anymore.

that's how i go every time--
like a season passing overnight;
you'll wake to see
all the leaves dropped,
the frost gone dew,
the flowers wilting with sunrise,
the green now red and gold.

i'll disappear before you finish stretching,
before the blinds are opened,
before the first yawn;
i'll disappear like a coward
and it will be alright.