You dropped love on my lap.
It was so quick, I could not handle it.
So I resisted.
Then, you dropped more of it.
It was so intense, I could not carry it.
Then, you dropped even more.
I crumbled down with it.
You went away, leaving all the burden on my lap.
I still could not handle it, carry it.
I stayed down with it.
I wished you would come back and help me back up.
You didn’t. You were right. I was not ready.
But I would learn to carry it.
I did. I am.
But now I can’t drop mine on you.
What can I do?