Humanitae

Made a vow to myself long ago...
Swore I'd never settle for less
Than the absolute best
With love, and all other things
That matter.
I felt quiet love.
Thunderous at times,
But mostly a sigh in the late hour;
Timid gesture when it should have
Been bold.
I felt thunder always.
Knew she was a sweet girl,
But she roared like a lioness and
It shook me fierce until I gave up so
We broke.
And all the almost loves,
All the lovely inspirations I knew
Were worth every time
I was wrong; always wrong but I
Loved it.
What I mean to say is that
I forgot to human my meaning.
I lost how to nourish the roots of
Why I'm lost and detached.