Oh, Costa Rica here I come!
To taste the great and the sublime
And to forget everyday life.
Alone this time, I fear,
For, alas, you stay here.
My second day is passing slowly:
Already I miss my home.
But most of all I miss you, love.
To feel your being here, I pray.
Albeit, I have been pushed away.
I call to you to say I’m good,
While inside, I’m agonizing.
You are good, you say, as well,
But in your voice I sense the burn
For my safe and prompt return.
At last, you tell me
You miss me so
Amongst other loving words.
“Honey, it’s just not the same.
Forgive me; I’m the one to blame.”
I do my everything to come home faster
From paradise to my lover’s arms.
Here I am at your doorstep.
Your reaction, “Already here?
For now, I want to be alone, my dear.”
You’re pushing me,
Then pulling me -
Please make up your mind.
I’m not a puppet on a string,
But a fragile human being.
(Oh, how I wish to be
In your life entirely
For joys,
For sorrows,
For all times.) |
Submission Name: Pushing me, pulling me
