Maybe

Jumping and running, flinging around
catching my breath as I get up off the ground.
Standing still on a star filled with perplexity,
blinking and exhaling,
not comprehending the universal complexity.

Wondering who, wondering where, wondering how,
looking ahead, furrowing my brow.
Life was a mystery of words and actions,
wondering 'what if' and 'when',
wondering when I should strike again.

Is their, in fact, a better place?
A better world to look to and see his face?
I am lost in the idea, my feelings, my notion.
But is it even worth all the trouble he has caused?
Does he still deserve my devotion?

What is 'us' but a luminous, flickering flame?
A thing that keeps me warm and safe
but can burn us both just the same.

So i looked for him, I looked for more,
not truly knowing what I was looking for.
I searched for him, with all of his charm,
and when i finally found him, I stopped and reached to grab his arm.

He pulled away and began to say
an awfully sorrowful speech that I still recall to this very day.

"So you found me and I know how you feel,
but whatever we share cannot be real.
I reciprocate your feelings, but they are not exactly the same.
But know that I do not think that you or I is to blame.
And please, don't act or behave like a baby,
but my answer to your offer is simply.....maybe."

I had spent years on him.
I had given him my all.
And in spite of that, my desire, now, is just to act small.

There is no 'maybe', there is no 'perhaps'
and the answer that he gave me, made me want to collapse.
In love, their is only 'yes' and 'no',
and either one of these answers could only make our relationship grow.

Tell me the truth, impress me.
What is your choice?
Will you say 'yes' or 'no'?
Go on, roll the dice,
or will you take the easy way out
and just say 'maybe'....twice?