Pleading

if only
I could still this time
forever.

Please,
Please,
Please,
Don't make me
Pierce the sun.

It's brilliant and warm.
It's almost all that is good.
And yet,
I feel like,
You're shoving a bow in my hand,
forcing me to draw the arrow back,
and take aim.

Please let me put the arrow down.
Please change the aim to the ground.
Or change the arrow to something less
sharp.

Please don't make me be the one who breaks him.

It would break me too.