HARD LANDING

You let me go.
Was there no fight
Left in you?

Self absorbed, no will
To call
Out to me
One word?
Stay.
Please.
Wait.

Not of childish games
Or extended pain.
Just a stitch of passion.
Want.
Desire.
Me.

Broken and aimless
I needed a room
To fall into - to land.
Your home.
Your heart.
Your hand.

--Diva