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
Your grasp holds fast
ReplyDeleteNot with hands or fingers
But life and love
The kind that lasts...