i can sit here and write-
reach you with words
that are two dimensional
and try to communicate what i need
but they will most certainly
fall on deaf eyes
because you're too caught-
too snagged by life
and your past luggage
that keeps moving with you.
i understand the need-
i understand the separation you keep-
that you're blessed to live entire months
but my weeks are held different.
my weeks without you
are painted gray
and i fight constantly
to maintain
my spirit and shoes.
there is danger in not knowing
your power
and i know you've only just begun
down this stony path
of indecision.