My life is tearing to shreds,
shreds that are salvageable
but still numerous.
I would try to piece back together
the phone calls,
e-mails, and instant messages
that have never happened.
I would love to piece back together
the conversations we might have had
if not for my blindsightedness.
My own mistake, I admit.

I know what she would say,
and there is a side of her I fear.
There’s the “I told you I loved you
and you blew it off,” fear I have of her.
But I am as willing as ever
to make the connection.
The person I long for knows who she is
but may not have gotten her glance at this poem.
I dedicate it to her.
My heart is in her hands…
The only question left is up to her….
Make or Break?