My hand wavers over the screen
I eye the things calling out your name
I wish I could send them or buy them all
But I fear it’s too on the nose
The tomes you could read, mementos to gather
Communities formed with like-minded travelers
Who pilgrim through hardship just like you
Extend their hands and cry out! On the nose.
I want to say “No!” as piercing as a scream
And tell you things are not what they seem
But you’re as fragile as a thundercloud
And I’ll be thought of as too on the nose
All of my gift ideas and nonfiction books
The self-help articles and encouraging talks…
Is my love also too on the nose?
Or is it simply not enough?