so much of me
is lost permanently
in so little
of you.

Today I walked outside
and the wind picked me up
and blew me away.
Carrying me first down the street
Then across the town
miles and miles
I tumbled through manicured lawns
and gravel streets
bruised and battered I traveled
to finally land, somehow,
at your front door.

All that I am,
everything I ever was
has always been defined
in the form of a question.
Perhaps this introduces
the notion of uncertainty ,
of caution,
but to me
it represents an existence
formed almost entirely
by possibility.

Can't you see
that after all this time
all I can do
is give
and give and give
so you can take
and take and take
until all that I am
is empty
while you overflow.

Maybe there are 2 versions
Of the same me.
This one, here,
silent, and alone
and wishing
that all that we are
was sacred
and then one carried with you
in the folds of your shirt
and the mud stains
on the soles of your shoes
when you walk
wherever you walk
without me.

Do you know
the power you have
over me?
The way
I continuously
fall in love
with your touch
the way it shocks
10,000 volts
destroying every inch of me
helpless
until you piece me
back together
or worse-
leave me broken.