it's times like these where i wish
i could be beside you -
when i'm feeling hopeless,
stressed, like everything i want
is slipping completely
from my reach
my hands reach out in search
of you, but
all my fingers seem to catch is
the feel of too-familiar air
circulating all around me,
in the place where
you should be
baby, please come;
hold me, whisper in my ear that
everything will eventually be alright
let your low, calming voice
guide my heart to a wonderful place
let your lips carry my thoughts
away from here
let your hands take me away
and make me forget
forget
forget
forget
all that has gone,
all that is forming,
and all of
what's left of me