Sonnet 7

Should your name sit on the tip of my tongue-
For all this time-while you're so far away,
Then everyone I meet (for years to come)
Will find you, hidden in each word I say.

My mind has made a shift, since you last came.
For better, or for worse... it's who I am.
This new man-that you made-remains the same;
My roots are buried deep beneath the sand.

But I could easily set myself free
(And swallow the sound of your name for good.)
I'd find somebody new-to torture me-
And leave an empty grave where I once stood.

        Excused from from fear (and lies,) I'll wait for you...
        As long as you're not scared to live with truth.