I am afraid
Of the approachable.
Those you think too long of
Never released
For fear of losing your fortress
In the end.

I am afraid
Of the prolonging
Those who take their hold on you
In every place
Where you have tried to release them
Since the beginning.

I am afraid
Of the longing that never leaves
Residing inside deep
And dormant.
Appearing at moments
Most inopportune.

Those, dear friend
Are my true fears.
The discovery
Of my mistakes intertwined
With a recollection
Of your double-take.

It cannot be changed
I fear
By none, save you.
If you will.
Could you try?
I wish upon this star
Tonight
That you would.