I groan in exasperation;
stretch my feet in hopelessness...

I wish the nights were longer,
and hours would run by...

Please don't remind me that I'm weak....
I feel my bones shifting...

My hands are still
searching...

It was a mad flurry
of departures...

And the world teaches us to climb one tree...
Daring to dream of anything else is said to only...

The air moves me up
while I push myself back down...

Love makes me
chase...

Some things fly at me with a lonely force,
and I don't know how to react other than...

Don't worry about me falling behind
becoming a lost artifact nobody remembers...

Crunched in the corner
of a January night...

Does love arrive with a storm
or fly onto me with silent grace...