There is something wrong
with nothing happening.
That dread building
while I wait.
Its face just
around the corner.
Holding ever tighter my
throat
before its fingers ever
reach for me.
I can feel its
sickly smile
as it says
“you knew,
but didn’t stop me”
and I’ll feel that
collective
shake
as my body
feels despair
and heartache again
for knowing,
that, as always.
I did not do enough.
Speak the words-
Collapse, crumble-
Fold yourself further into my hands
so I may wash away the
remnants
of that yesterday
when our foundation
was built of mud
and tears
and endless questions.
I am no builder,
But I will try for you.
My hands are not yet calloused
but my heart feels heavy
lines too deep to fade away
even as your light
makes the shadows they form
shrink into nothing.
Silent and wary
I know I am not alone
my blade stays hidden