when love is not as imagined
would you look for ways to connect
or would you keep trying to find the one?
when living with your love dehydrates your soul;
would you swim in the sand towards the promise of the mirage
or would you conclude that your oasis is elsewhere?
when you are dying bit by bit and he doesn't see it;
would you set out to seek the elixir hidden in the past
or would you stay and infect him as well?
when his life is draining away uncontrolled from between his fingers;
would you hold his hands in yours
or would you agonise helplessly and slip away as well?
what would you do if love feels like a vise?
would you spend your lifetime in its fatal embrace
or would you leave and live the one life you have?