love tell me so.

the thread that sought
to sew us so
is split for a render
in hearts;
i’ll return my love
back into the collector’s box
in hope it’s enough to pay your dues.
my offering is silent, i know;
but my eyes scream with such pleading
that you don’t have to look so far.
wandering to find wonder
or wondering to wander.
please don’t go..