not mine

i'm no geophysicist

but it doesn't take a lab coat and a seismograph to know

when the eighth wonder of the world is holding your hand-

the shivers that run down my spine are enough

to let me know i'm experiencing

something bigger, something better

than what the world ever had to offer

i do not need a microscope to feel the goosebumps on my skin

i swear sometimes i hear them murmuring-

asking me if you're mine-

i want to whisper yes,

but birds fly so much higher when they're not in a cage

and i would rather help you spread your wings

than teach you how to find your way back home

i know-

the hanging gardens were not made for one

the great wall was not built for two

and lions were not put on this earth for damsels and daniels-

there's a concept called

the greater good-

i hate to see you leave,

but there's a reason you can roar

i'm no scientist

but i do know that when you make a discovery

and find something wonderful

you share it with the masses

so,

you cannot be mine-

you are not mine

but i,

a mere weed in the garden,

a ragged, empty nest-

i am yours