Monday, July 18, 2011

new.

he should be sleeping
I, working

yet somehow
we cling to each other's voices
as if we won't see one another tomorrow

i'm afraid
that you will be too hard to let go
if the hour ever comes
bleeding hands
grasping cement blocks

we do other things though...
time with people from our past lives
placing guilty arms around others
counting the hours
between what once was
and what is

i'll have to learn to curb my jealousy
sit it somewhere far from the trust we're building

i'm wishing
and praying (even though you don't believe in God)
that our foundation
is more solidified
than the rest

if you are a prayer,
I've been on my knees
for the duration of us

i hope someone
up there
keeps us in sync.

-riv-