The Fight

Sometimes I feel myself slipping
Drifting
Falling through the
Cra cks

It's not worth it
none of it
is worth the pain
the loss

and inability
of lifting the weight
anymore
But they tell me

They understand
And to keep fighting
But I don't --
want to

Not for them.
So I'll show them
That.
By fighting

for Me.

Caught

The sound of your voice
stops me in my tracks
causing hysteria to run through me
I glance back
blindly
slipping away
unable to say
the words that
cause me to fall:
Catch Me.

The Gaze

I catch your space –
your glance
as you watch her ...
mind racing, reeling
like an old-time movie –
an old-time, silent movie
the thoughts, maybe hopes?
racing through the curvatures of your never-resting
mind
yet words are nonexistent
no matter what question
no matter what moment
you try to freeze time
preventing answers from surfacing, enveloping her
curiosity
time won't freeze – but she will
forever standing by
waiting, hoping for an answer
and the the frozen questions melt
as the unexpected continues
because a smile is formed
for the first pure time
changing the need to be answered
into a need
to see that smile
one more time