Your time is not enough
You let go of me; I stepped off and flew

You have given me so much — too much. Every precious, stolen minute stained with words and kisses, promises that our two lifetimes cannot contain. Now I’m hooked on hope; that you’d dare to dream of breaking your world apart, to see how to stretch this love across two plains, just to share more days and nights with me. I could break the other pieces of my torn, divided, scattered heart to emancipate this beat for you, but forever we’d get pulled apart. Though you held my hand right to the edge, you let go of me; I stepped off and flew. Now my dreams are filled with fear — of falling. I’m not good with heights (and nor are you). Keep our days and nights immortalised, they’re preserved in amber memory. But if I can’t be centre stage, then your time is not enough for me. As the next act starts, our parts we’ll play and I won’t be waiting in the wings. You can’t sneak me in at the interval; I won’t watch another lady sing.
© Amy Knight 2020
