The soul has much to say
Apex of the heart...
At arms length
Might as well be
a million miles away
Still
she reaches
for my hand
Prozac infusion
yet
to take effect
Riding
the waves
of futility
Unworthy
useless
confused
indecisive
empty
suffocating
overwhelmed
underwhelmed
ugly
unfounded
shame
...lonely
What's
required
of me
What's
asked
of me
Never are
the two
the same
but
I don't
care
Squeezing
my
hand
Her sign
for me
to come closer
It's
her
fight
I'm needed
to nurse
the wounds
Another
squeeze
of my hand
She's
getting
stronger
The warmth
of my body
helps
Inside
the tempest
has ceased
Eternal
squeeze
of my hand
Wrapping
loving arms
around her
Fleshly shield
against
the world
She wants
to hear
a story
I speak of
a cold March afternoon
in 1982
A preadolescent moment
Feeling like
the only soul
on the planet
Later the sun
set fire to the sky
at dusk
and my
sanity
was restored
She draws me
near
for a kiss
Promising
in the sweetest
of whispers
if I'd
always be
her daystar
she'd always
come
back
to me
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