WHICH ONE HURT LITTLE LESS?

I’m torn between two quiet fears,

each one pulling me near to tears.

Is it the thought of seeing you again,

then losing you like back then?

Or is it worse to never see your face,

to feel your absence fill all space?

To wonder what you’d say or do,

and live each day not touching you?

One brings hope, then tears it apart.

The other just leaves a hollow heart.

And truth be told, I can’t decide

which pain I’d rather keep inside.

To hold you once, then lose you twice?

Or never hold you… and pay that price?

Both roads ache, both blur the line

of moving on

or staying mine.