loophole (you knew it was coming)

this lesson in self restraint
(self inflicted torture)
might teach us to love better
than we could have taught
ourselves. perhaps? absence
makes the heart grow
fonder? i can only hope
(and wish and dream and pray...)
but i can't only hope--i can
plan and write and cross
my fingers that absence won't
let us forget the little wooden
bridge under the silent sky...
the secret park that broke
our barriers into little pieces.
so i hold you in my heart--
and hope (the audacity of----)
(and wish and dream and pray)
that that will be enough.


here in my heart, you are enough