The Price of Love

You stood there wishing things were different
I wish I could have warned you,
the devil is in that difference.

There are better ways of
salvaging soul, reviving aliveness.
There are better ways like
saying hello to the trees in the morning, 
to the cracks in the street, 
to the clouds in the sky.

I tried to tell you with my eyes, 
but you wouldn’t look at me straight, 
like I was too bright and 
the sacrifice of your sight was too great. 
You were holding on so tightly that I had to let you go
knowing deeply, you alone must pay your freedom toll.