As Loving You

I forgive you

Not for you

But for me


For I fear

That if I don’t


And if I

Don’t forget

I will never

Be able

To let go of

What was once us

And release myself

Of the pain

Which I have

Come to know

As loving you


~Antonio M Arce


I want to see you.

Know your voice.

Recognize you when you
first come ’round the corner.

Sense your scent when I come
into a room you’ve just left.

Know the lift of your heel,
the glide of your foot.

Become familiar with the way
you purse your lips
then let them part,
just the slightest bit,
when I lean in to your space
and kiss you.

I want to know the joy
of how you whisper
― Rumi