February 19, 2010
I.
I am a child reaching
For a toy I can’t reach
But I see it and I want it.
II.
When thoughts become
Suddenly too hard to manage
And it’s all just a fantasy
All of my energy is exhausted.
III.
While she is busy
With one thing
or another
I am as always
In the same spot.
She is a fragment
In my mind
For now until
I can have her for real.
IV.
It would be nice
To see you for real
If I could afford the luxury.
V.
As I look up from below
Down underground
I reach up and try
To grab something.
I can hold on to
The air and the wind
But I cannot hold onto her.
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