I’m standing at the docks,
but the boat isn’t here.

I’m at the airport,
but the plane has left.

I’m on a cliff…
and the bridge just fell.

I am where I need to be,
but far from where I’m going.

All my glasses are half full,
all my prospects half empty.

This is missing you.
This is escaping you.

This is life without you.
This is carrying too much of you.

Love leaves fingerprints on everything.

Don’t remind me
of the things I said
when I was deep in love.

Don’t make me wonder
why I did those things,
or what I was thinking of.

I remember how it felt,
in those moments
when I gave my all.

I regret nothing.

And what I’m most proud of…

is being brave enough
to let myself get hurt.

These battle scars
are proof of that.

When I was a kid,
I played without caution.

Dirtied clothes.
Bloodied knees.

Reckless abandon.
Careless immersion.

I was bruised…
and I was happy.

Laundry and pain
were tomorrow’s problem.

I haven’t changed much.

I’m marching into love again.

No Kevlar.
No armor.

Caution to the wind.