Letter I

I am lacking in courage.
I 'm spending my nights alone.
I can't bring myself to write
the things I fear my head holds.
When I look and remember
the way that you held me near
to feel the feel of your breath
bask in the warmth of our skin
I can't help but remember
the terms set when we began.
I think of what "maybe" is
and "not opposed to" as well
things I wasn't looking for
building a tacit rule on
the things that we cannot be.
The things you aren't looking for
are the ones that you will find
so building up nos based on
what you don't currently seek
is a fool's game after all.