This

This

Has me 

Remaining upright

Fighting for each breath

Out of space,

Out of time,

A million words 

Written but unsent

And each day,

Crawls by on its scarred, pallid belly

And how I crave,

The position to sit in

Offering my strength

Gentle and silent, 

Adding melodies to the 

Symphony of you,

Tell me

What lives between

The staves,

Come verse with me,

In our language,

The ones we speak

And the ones we do not.

I taste you

With each swallow,

Smell you with each breath,

This.