See Him Through
By birksy
Quietly, oh so quietly, that's what it felt like, he moves, but it makes him hurt to move without her, and there's so much space to navigate, he wonders how he can. The dark night makes him cool, he stands on the grass, looking up into the sky, feeling fate heavy on his shoulders, here is a man who is as unsure as he's ever been. He runs his hand through his hair, leans against the bark of an old apple tree, apple trees get it easy, he thinks, but of course they have their own drawbacks, he wonders if they hope. And if a star falls across the sky, he will make the deepest wish upon it, perhaps even try to catch it, but the fence looks high, weren't many fences needed jumping where he's been. The air tingles in his mouth down his throat, and his heart is saturated in ice particles, ache particles, and he can only think of her to try and melt them away. So much behind him, the weeds are thick at his ankles, he waits so alone, but not so patiently, quietly, oh so quietly, he hopes the world will see him through. Written February 2nd, 2002 © on Feb 02 2002 07:47 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 1
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