You skip away

and I feel a sort of loss that your happiness brings me

every time, every time

my eyes become unstuck from your face

that brings me life,

like a deadened spring brought back by rain

You’ve surrendered me, a careful runner

who’s always laughed like I might shatter

And you, who’s questioned, questioned

my need for serendipity and solace in answers,

You’ve left me dry and hardened

and chipping in the sun Because You Had Things To Do,

handcuffs, sashes tied, but no luck or lack thereof could hold you

still

you threatened empty wine bottles with your reckless sense of what-to-do

and thinking,

time had no meaning for your security that breathed

your love and hope and focus

into me, without hesitation because you’d give away your life

for determination, though what purpose that would serve–

only you know

you are an arrow shot up, completely up, with no direction but the sky

that’s watched as you swerve and turn, burning with your need to desire

you, yourself, telling you you can’t

And you rose to the challenge of needing nothing,

even though even though

you needed everything

dreams that bashed away your self control

onto which you hold with a death-grip, for it is everything dear to you

–Despite your mistakes, you still feel the urge to grasp, tightly,

this sentence of your spontaneity,

and we are together, for we cannot survive

without a knowledge of direction and a sense of power

(different as ours may be)

our lives, exactly opposite and parallel

divide time between curling natural senses

That we choose to ignore,

and finding nothing gives us a better high

than exploring and stepping purposely upon movement, in time,

Whether straight to the point we long to make

(this is less likely than the other)

Feeling attempted–we take our pride

blacked out emotions that would serve neutrality, not us, in our glory

because we tried, we tried