I will offer you a hundred days of perfect anger for a night of perfect passion. I will make you promises so earnestly and so often that you will always wonder if I meant them or if my pull like your stay was simply psychological. I haven’t written you a poem. I will never look inside myself for the reasons you said no.
Your hand in my hand, my hand on yours. We will work together. Captivity, like love, takes effort.
I will listen more and speak less and less. Replace every old crack in our relationship with new ones. I will try harder. And harder.
And call it love.