Should I be a lake.

Then you chanced upon me in spring
& allow my life caress the wonder of your skin
Like addiction in my waters.
Then one winter, while you tread, you fell through my thin ice.
Was it because I mentioned not my penurious heart, nor my brokenness on some points.
& is that why you never came back
Because that once you felt the hidden dept of my nothingness. A vault of my transgressions.
But my soul withered with your vanish.
Now,
Should I become, a pool of water. Or an oasis,
Can you dawn upon me once again, as if you never knew.
Or should I become an ocean, dwell at least for a moment, in the vast of my waters, in my embrace?


Goodness
Where is my self sufficiency?