Are my eyes growing weary
or has the light in your eyes dimmed a little since we first met?

Is my body growing old
or do you not hold me tight enough like you used to?

Am I losing the feeling in my mouth
or have our kisses lost their passion?

Do you not love me anymore
or was there ever a love to begin with?

With all this obsession about
Protecting youths from the world,
We forget that they too can hold
Guns and blades
Up to their own throats.

sometimes I just
need the comfort
of knowing that
you are there

knowing that you
are waiting and
listening for
me; always there

even if you
are actually
half the world
away from me

you are waiting
for me, always
ready to guide
me,
*from my back pocket