Too Late to Reach Out

May 26

There was a version of you and I

Long while ago

As kids, as friends

A time lost and a relationship that faltered

Just two people now who once knew the other’s world

Now I have a vision of us

I hold out my hand to you

You take it

Without hesitation

Then you’re bundled into my chest

Sobbing, heaving for breaths

The pain too much

I wasn’t enough to protect you

No one showed me how I could mend a hurting heart

I was too proud to let you near mine

I failed and failed

Over and over again

Your hand slipping from mine

Reaching farther and farther away

Too slick with sweat

I am unable to grab hold

Tears fall without permission

As you blur back into the broken pieces of my mind

The Language of Pain