The road not taken

At the first sign of roadworks,
      we chose to go our separate ways and took the first turning
                into Solitary-street.

                                   
            [well it…wasn't really my choice]

        You started to walk away and I guess I figured that
    if you really cared -enough- you'd, maybe, have took the 4th turning



                                               
                         

                             
                          ...a little further down the road.










   
                                                       
                                                       


(or at least the 2nd)

           








            Did I ever tell you that I love you?
        Did I ever unearth the metaphors, the similes
      from beneath the landscape of my mind to depict
    the .par.tic.le.s. of affection  s c a  t te  re d
  across your collar bone in thousands upon thousands of
                    tiny {x}kisses{x},
  drawn  from the }}painfully tender{{ pillows of my lips. 
            Did it ever occur to me to show you
            the ideal that you -are- in my eyes.
‘God drew the stars from the sky to suspend them within your eyes’ and
      they soak my skin with their *supernova shimmer dust*
                               
                                   
      (And I’m leaking chemical substances all over the floor)   


                ~Your embrace renders me speechless~
              [Your absence renders me motionless]




Did I ever…?
                                                 


          ... no?  - no I don't think I did.
                  I think I was too scared.




But now that I'm here,
not resting in your arms but,
standing delirious within the hands of my own sanity… 
I don't think I've ever been more afraid but-

                                                 

                                  now I'm not afraid of you.






I'm afraid of chocking on these words because they've been stuck
in my throat since,
                    .
                          .since "always" began...


                                                       

                                                                        -So anyway,
    I guess I should tell you that I love you (-minus the elaborate vocabulary)
      I guess I should just tell you
                                that

    we should have drove a little further
and turned the other corner into each others arms.