Fears

I fear I won't love again--this kind of love, even if I lived where I belong. The place where dry grasses and oaks absorb me. Vineyards, voluptuous grapes, black cattle with white faces, surround me.
Rocky peaks, the shiny ocean, careless parties, and connections enclose me. Memories, a soft shelter that took me from a girl
to a woman.
Formed me.
The very air holds me. Surrounds me and reassures me,
"If I took you from that, to this, what could you become?"
But you, you alone,
broke me.
And yet, you still hold my laughter.
You changed the very shape of my heart. You redefined my possibilities. You are still the question
to my future.