Sometimes

I know what to say

But I don’t.

For fear.

Other times, I fear—

I don’t know what to say at all

And I sit, silent

Knowing everything

But hastens our fall.

If I could save you,

I would not hesitate

At the expense of all I own.

But I’m lost as you are

So I can do little more than groan

At our parallel lives, their parallel ends—

Do parallel lines ever meet?

…Oh, but the truth can be altered—

Our fates made sweet…

But I know better, I bite my tongue

As I watch you

My eyes darkened by a sorrow

I dread sharing.

Would that I could keep my thoughts here

In the present, with you—

Every thing—the only thing—

In my life

That I can call true.

You, my joy and tragedy—

I fear that you both do and do not

Realize all that you are to me.

Imperfectly flawless

Fallen and exalted

Aren’t we all, are not we both—

And so must all this be—

Knowing this

Why do I suffer so—

Agonizing over every short moment—

That seems so hopelessly linked

To the end of all?