In the very moment
that I turned toward you with my heart
You also turned, walking away, seeking another love
Careful to explain this was not abandonment
Merely loving with abandon
Seeking a community of love
Fulfilling a mandate seemingly set before you were born
Yet love divided itself from intimacy
in the wake of your leaving
Intimacy tentatively incubated in small moments
An affinity percolating in the slipstream
of messages gladly sent, gladly received
Howwasyourday
Ican’twaittoseeyou
Youlooksolovelytonight
Iwanttositawhileanddrinkyouin (then I will kiss you)
Intimacy is the price of admission
It is always worth safeguarding,
Especially when, in its infancy,
It cannot suffer an insecure attachment
without faltering,
without an irreparable separation from love
onethumbpoetry 
Continues to break my heart. It is wonderful in its sadness, however.