Bran

If I could do it all over, every sigh and tear,

I would do it again with you,

because you were the best thing this boy ever had

when he was shaking with his fear,

and even what I wrote you in those letters

when you were just as sad.

You wanted me to save you, to go find you

and take you to my arms,

but I let you slip, and bit by bit I let you get away

because you had your things to do.

But come back Bran, I'm no longer afraid,

and let's be like kids today.

(Still in love 
with (the idea of) you)

NEXT

--Porter Daryl's Poems