I'm soft-spoken.
But
Words
I say
Carry a
Heavy
Weight.

You resemble innocence:
the second one grasps
the concept
it becomes nearly
impossible to retain.
You are a thing
lost to time.
Though,
whenever I am introduced
to an unfamiliar aspect
a tingle is shot
up my spine
in a way that is
unequivocal

again,
like innocence.

I've been told
I seem cool 
from a distance,
and that I'm amazing 
if we manage
To get close.
It's too bad, then,
that I never learned 
how to navigate 
the middle grounds.

I know you can't get
from point A 
to point C
without a few trips over
the long winding
bridge
that is point B.
But I can't face my fear
of heights
or of what little is there 
to catch us
should it all collapse.

The fear of heights
Isn't really what it seems,
though.
I'm more afraid 
of waking up one morning
only to realize
I've forgotten how to fly
than of flight itself.

The biggest weakness I have
is my ability to love something
one day
and begin to tire of it
the next.
I find myself getting over
things sooner than I
can find their replacement. 

And I guess, 
amidst the womb 
that is
my ability to bore,
to forget, 
my fear 
of not being caught
developed.

Each time you recoil
to your northern roots
I am enamored.
Floored.
Caught in your web
like a leaf who's path,
being carved by the wind,
is brought to a sudden
and urgent 
stop.

We were only together
for what seemed like years.
But that was years ago.
And eventually we called it a day.
There have been
other girls since,
but none as calm,
kind
or gentle as you were. 
As you still are.

Every time I move past it
you retreat back home.
And Just like that,
the fuse is relit.
Like that night,
two years ago, in Boyds basement.
We didn't even kiss, but we did sleep
together. Side by side.
My arms around you.

I remember telling you
that I was in love. 
You were the first women
I ever shared those words with.
Im fairly positive that when you packed 
for Georgia
my heart was tucked away in your baggage.
It has resided in Atlanta
ever since.

In bed with his glasses on,
he had been too tired to take them off.
Too shy to smile.
Too nervous to say anything.

It was when she opened her mouth;
Revealing.

"I know why you're so quiet.
It's because you're excited."

"Through darkness you have come to your hope,
and have now all your desire."
The falling sun shone,
to gleam like red gold,
and the white was turned to a flame.

Into the waste lands beyond,
they passed over.
For they were afraid,
for they were still.

On the sixth day they overtook an old man.
He was clothed in rags; another beggar,
slouching and whining.

"Where are you going?"
          "What is that to you?" he answered.
"You know the answers."
          "The time of my labours now draws to and end.
The burden would have shown you wisdom and mercy."
"I desire an answer"
          "Then once more you are going the wrong way."

Did you notice,
that I noticed?
Yes, I noticed you.