(no subject)
because I am afraid
of losing things before I'm ready,
I let go.
because I need your strength,
I stand alone, and because
my legs are broken,
I push myself to stand.
bevel the glass into dust:
run your rough fingertips over the edge
smile at nothing in approval,
but know:
done and dusted, mirrored windows,
the two of us like attic ghosts
even if I live to be a hundred, thousand, ageless,
I will never be ready.
of losing things before I'm ready,
I let go.
because I need your strength,
I stand alone, and because
my legs are broken,
I push myself to stand.
bevel the glass into dust:
run your rough fingertips over the edge
smile at nothing in approval,
but know:
done and dusted, mirrored windows,
the two of us like attic ghosts
even if I live to be a hundred, thousand, ageless,
I will never be ready.