“At first you’re trying to fill a hole.
However you come to realize that
It has no bottom.
“You know your capacity to love
Is down somewhere within it,
Yet still you fall–”
This is a terrible thing to think (I know)
Beyond even grieving over,
And when you tell me
That you can’t comprehend my ways,
I admit that I too tire easily of myself,
my hurtful obscurity (self-inflicted.)
Somewhere up there is the light that shines
Upon all things, not to illuminate them
But to mark our places of convergence.
“Take my hand.” Simple.
Yes but it just might allow us
That last needed dose of propulsion.