I wish, for the slightest second,
that I might stop swinging
between running away from her
and, with finger tips, clinging

I feel my grasp slip slowly
I wish I had a better hold of her
I’ve been calling for hours now
but I can’t seem to get ahold of her

I want to tell her that I love her
despite my every transgression
that she should take precedence
and be my only obsession

all I want is to stop this rain,
I want our storm to see a calm,
to feel her voice in my ears
and hear her hand in my palm

I wish, for the slightest second,
I could show her the forever
that I had always planned
with us hand and hand together