The Pull of Looking Back

I thought I'd hold you close... let this odd hour melt
in rain's embrace.
With some excuse I'd take your hand
and lose myself in this unknown city.
I'd leave my breath upon your lips and tell you
how my waiting for your touch...
has stretched through such long hours.

Come,
let's hunt for clouds in distant skies.
In your breathing
I'll float the raft of my feelings awhile.
...like this for hours more.

I'll ask you,
do you love me?

But then, I learned—
you're not a wanderer like me,
you have your ties that pull you back.