Under This Lamppost

I won’t ask you to trace my trembling lips 
with the mouth that bravely confessed what you needed 
I won’t ask you to hold my heavy heart 
in the hands that gently lowered me back to the earth 
I won’t ask you to build a single future  
when we are both too young to see past tomorrow 

But will you sit with me under this lamppost 
and let me tell you that I could never hate you?  
Will you promise to treat your good heart kindly?  
and rest your head on my shoulder if you need to?