Ungrasped

Slowly
Steadily
I am transforming
into the one
you thought you wanted
This metamorphasis
is dangerously disarming
my will to stay close
is constantly fading
I'll hold my breath
for as long as I can
remaining silent
until you finally speak;
Releasing it only
to kiss which hand
had promised to hold mine
while climbing up this peak
As quickly as your pseudo-grasp
loosens its grip --

I end this trip