Small in the middle of time, you waver between worlds, the mutually exclusive passages connecting living and dead. Watching your eyes is a glimpse into a forever you have been creating since the early days of Catholic school. I hold you tightly to this world, your fragile humanity wavering. How long you can stay is a mystery only slightly impacted by your tenacity. Gradually you surface, breathing in and out in your sleep, safe for now.
Categories: Poetry