"My foolish hold with fantasy"

In our lives love has been a painful word.

Often heard.

But, never seen or shown.

So don't tell me love.

Show me love.

Once, we were close enough to hug.

Now, we are apart.

Am I foolish to hold on to the fantasy of you and me?

Will letting go mean giving up all I have to hope for?

I ponder about what I could do to make you want to stay.