Withdraw
and I, withheld,
must stretch up
tiptoed
and leaning out
overreach.
Toppling;
you'll call it
a falling in love.
Have you no
wherewithal
to know
that such love withers
that within
becomes without
but my love will go
whither though goest*
anyway, anywhere.
- a reframing from the words of Ruth 1:16
A bit of word play fun in 44 for Lisa’s quadrille prompt word: With
PoetryPix 