by AdminContemplating the consequences
Her defenses and my offenses.
I can’t stop thinking
Commiserating.
Is her heart still Beating?
Penetrating
Or is it self depleting?
Patience
the virtue
To get through
To get through to you.
I’m stepping on glass
In my attempts to make
It past, this overcast.
But every step I take
Is another mistake
Another mirror that I break.
Further hindering my way
Back to you.
My attempts reflecting back at me
In thousands of jagged memories.