For You

That’s a long drop, dear,
will you clear it?
We’re no where closer to where I’d rather be
And yet I feel it.
That grief you hold, identical to what was once mine.
Can’t figure you out, can’t bring you here. I want to tell you so much but you just won’t (can’t?) hear.
God damn it, I wish you would.
You want some kind of rescue?
There isn’t one.
You want someone’s hand to hold?
We’re here.
♠ ♠ ♠
You know, it's amazing the amount of self conscientiousness and anxiety that goes on during one of these publishing things. Never really understood that until now.

Nothing special, just a little frustration on my part.