Stepping up,
I listen
For your story.
I wait
For a sign
That you are ready
To go with me.
Cringing back
I feel the sting
Of your rejection.
Slowly, now,
I understand.
You don’t want
Another lover.
You just don’t want
To be alone.
So maybe there
Is hope for us
In the end.
Maybe we
Can make it work.
Another day,
Another way.