lately i've become accustomed to the way
the world rattles and shakes my footing loose
every time i get courage
to take a step in new directions.
or the summer-time way the air feels
thick and heavy and full of passion
when i cant seem to fill my lungs
to tell you how i feel.
i must admit, things have come to this.
and now, each day
i count the seconds till i see your face
and when your face wont come
i trace the outline of your silhouette
still fresh in my distant memory.
