...
I can’t help it
I’m poised but she is breaking aching shaking risking the solid ground I need to stand. the ground I built with my own hands. I resist, but she demands.
I thought I’d landed but actually she’s always flying high to fall she feels the slightest breeze with ease with pain with laughter and she lingers loving after some would say its gone.
She feels you
but I can’t allow this we made an agreement strictly about this but she doesn’t listen. not to me. She only hears cacophony. I have to love her protect her let her lean but intervene when she’s about to jump the fence. It’s too intense dear girl don’t you remember what we lost the great expense the time it cost when you let us get tossed?
...
Smiling, she considers me, with tears in her sighs she is gentle and kind without compromise and she asks me repeatedly to realize just why she lives and why she dies and I have to admit after all the time I analyze and criticize... she’s always there. and she never lies.
so I take her hand and close my eyes, I fear we're near our next demise and she looks at me. and I feel her way.
and I know we'll make it out okay.
