Not Letting Go

Just how am I supposed to
Let you go
Now that you've
Shown yourself to me
The question is rhetorical
No need to answer when
I've all ready
Made up my mind
Who's to say where
We go
If we go
You've seen me
Stripped down
Bared soul
There from the
Beginning
The sun's
Just coming up
You let me sleep
But now I'm awake
If thoughts are all I have
Then with me
I'll take
I'll always have you
No it's not enough
But how sweet the
Thoughts that find me
When I think of you
Holding my hand
Combing your fingers
Through my hair