At the thought of the moments
We were choked up like your sister last Christmas eve when the wall came down
and the nails stayed put, rusting in fixture
Not unlike myself after the towel was thrown in, sopping wet with all types of misfiring on
our ends into the CENTER,
Oh, that golden galvanized CENTER!
That loses shine and color but remains glimmering whether we pay attention or not.
All in all:
There is still the shimmering wet spot
The arguments we hid and forgot
Blooming passion spoiled by rot
We go on saying the wall will pick itself up
and we know very well it will not.

Held below
Now, and forever, I know I'll never escape the underneath.
Tethered and storm weathered
with my independence no longer in reach. (Armslength)

Arrival upon arrival the pattern is ruined, if we leave off where we last picked up the want is mistaken
for loneliness.
Trying to take it easy
Trying to tolerate your plight of reason
all wrapped in guises and relatively decent.

Can't have it all at once.
Although you've received all the side effects and a touch.
Things like this take time: incredibly too much.
But you will be willing to deal with such
using a weak form of patience as your crutch.

Pull me from the proximity of my week long vacation from independence.
As you were.
the moment the weather changes I'm out of breath and caught waiting.
Allowing you to snag glances over shoulders too weak to carry much of anything but the cotton shroud
of inadequacy.
So to speak.
I don't want to love you like that anymore, though the thousands of questions of another work press down on my eager mind in waking and in sleep.
Pale frown, blemished diamond in your ear.
In any case,
I abhor, refuse, must deny the accompaniment.
Happiness is on the line and hung up twenty minutes ago as I dug my belongings out of a ***** space and left the building wondering why.