Thursday, March 26, 2009

Italicized Numb

I cling to you like
solidified superglue
but you scratch, peel
and bend back
my strong, loving grasp
until the bones in my fingers
finally give way and crack
One break, equals one tear
producing the sum of my fears:
I hold tightly to nothing
and you're never here
I'm broken --
(italicized numb)
as my once permanent grip
comes completely undone

1 comment:

  1. Your grasp holds fast
    Not with hands or fingers
    But life and love
    The kind that lasts...

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