Next time,
You will put your foot in the water,
Gently,
Slowly.
You will let the water get to your ankle,
Before putting your second foot in.
No more diving into the deep end,
With eyes closed,
With your heart pulsating in your hands.
The love will be restrained,
More discerning.
Maybe it will colour the quality of the love,
This new restraint.
Maybe it won’t.
Next time, though,
You will be determined
Not to let the love break you.
Written by
©Ivie M. Eke 2017.
