Falling Short

The arms of pain yanked me

In. My eyes were clouded by

Shame. Your feet were like, sand crumbling

After each delicate step you took. The yelps

Came from a distance. Your body moved as wistfully as

A wolf running through the mist air.

The legs of patience chased after me. Your eyes were

Blessed with sorrow. My mind was a swarm of

Bees, wandering all over our ground. The

Branches were whistling in the cold

Autumn, wind. I wanted to

Soar above the big, bright, brilliantly, burning

Sun.

You put your head in front of

My cheetah like body. I tried to push your

Swan like wing away, but you morphed into the hands

Of life’s worst possible fate.