"Step"

My lips are cracked and bruised and bloody
From talking to you until I'm blue.
Your heart is beaten and shattered and broken,
From listening as I cut into you.
My voice is hoarse, whispering now,
From all the screaming that bounces off the walls.
Your ears are ringing, unable to hear me,
From listening to long as each bomb falls.
My hands are empty, cold and shivering,
From trying to reach you endlessly.
Your arms are waiting, shifting, searching,
From thinking I'm running needlessly.
My soul is aching, hurting, waiting,
From wondering if you really understand.
Your spirit is shaking, shrinking, dying,
From keeping your head buried beneath the sand.
Our bodies are stiff, half-whole and afraid,
From holding tight the memories we're trying not to forget.
Our time is ticking, slipping, racing,
From waiting for the other to take that step.