She stands there at the door waiting,
the one I love so much,
her hair a silhouette
against the light from inside.
She’s waiting. She won’t come out.
I step a little closer
and can see her shining face
and her brilliant eyes
in the shadow of the light.
I think again—what have I done?
I open my arms toward her
but she does not come.
She does not move.
My heart swells and tears rise,
my face puffy with the sadness inside.
For to go to her, I lose me.
Or do I? Yet I know
You cannot live on someone else’s terms.
Nonetheless I go on loving
and these tears,
this broken heart,
are the price I pray for love.
The love we shared was well worth it,
and I would do it again…
but I wonder if I ever will.
Anthony Signorelli