I crouched
to touch my toes
hugged the legs
that carried me
to this place
I tried to weld
my brain to my eyes
my eyes to my lips
as if by seeing clearly
I could finally accept the truth
Could I even cry
the way I cried
when you left?
I’ve been tiptoeing through time,
scanning the blur
for your face
But my legs
my faithful legs
they gave out
Even the bones
couldn’t wait anymore
How long
can grief hold its breath?
The wait
was longer
than anyone could expect.
I asked myself
why was I still standing
Crouching
at least,
made sense
There’s honesty
in collapse.
Waiting for the dead
is its own kind of dying.
You
Are never coming back.
May 3, 2025
May 3, 2025 at 11:28 PM UTC
I crouched
to touch my toes
hugged the legs
that carried me
to this place
I tried to weld
my brain to my eyes
my eyes to my lips
as if by seeing clearly
I could finally accept the truth
Could I even cry
the way I cried
when you left?
I’ve been tiptoeing through time,
scanning the blur
for your face
But my legs
my faithful legs
they gave out
Even the bones
couldn’t wait anymore
How long
can grief hold its breath?
The wait
was longer
than anyone could expect.
I asked myself
why was I still standing
Crouching
at least,
made sense
There’s honesty
in collapse.
Waiting for the dead
is its own kind of dying.
You
Are never coming back.
