The light ~
The love ~
The romance.
The dance ~ so intoxicating to all.
But wait ~ the music changes. A tune ~ you do not like. Then the balloon ~ that carried you in ~ bursts and all the trauma ~ it carried within ~ falls to the ground.
You choose not to lean in ~ learn ~ grow and heal. You choose to run blaming me for its cause.
So ~ my sweet one ~ run – run – run. I know not from me but yourself.
None-the-less I still must put my heart on the shelf.