I wouldn't ask to be held
If the place I was in
Was light enough
To feel the love
You were sending
Across space
& time.
My arms are as
Big as the Universe
Which often means
That when I hold
The world
In my arms
There is no one left
To hold me,
But the black cold
Of space.
I wish love
Was really enough
Then people
Could understand
One another,
Instead of fighting,
Or perhaps
It is because
They love one another
That they are fighting,
But the
Blame game
Doesn't get
Anyone far,
And it is far
From loving.
I want to be able
To make love
And for people
Not to be
These delicate
Vessels which
Can come apart
At the seems
At any moment
Perhaps I am
Expecting too much
Of human beings
And of myself.
So since
There is nothing
I can really
Do,
But watch
The people I love
Fall apart,
I need someone
To hold me.
Right now.
Not tomorrow.
Not later.
Nor with real
Love sent via
Text message…
How fast can you drive?
