I Stand Nearer to You

I stand nearer to you. Not you.
You that I adore,
will give my life to —
To you, to you —
Not you.

My love will shine like the blinding drops of summer, will parch us —
will overcome us like rain. Greasy strands of memories will
put salt on our wounds.

In the bitter rain, I will cling to you, to you. Not you.
You will be there when I am dry.

For in this indecision, I live my life, my darling.
Separating you —
You, whom I both hate and love.