The Evolution of My Romantic Endeavor

I

I wore your presence
like a sweater,
if only to keep out the cold
that came when you walked into my life.

II

I trod lightly
on your scars,
listened
to your heart,
burned myself
with your flame,
and let all of it
consume me,
and feed me,
and take me,
and make me
your own.

III

Waking up
was falling down
from a high I never knew I’ve reached.
Where would I be now
if I had never
found my feet
and used them
to walk away
from you?

Marie