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.
