by Glen Martin Fitch
Sure-footed, nimble,
stable, sturdy, swift,
so I present myself
and so I've fared.
I do so much.
Endurance is a gift.
Does anybody know
I'm running scared?
You swept me off my feet
the other night.
We hugged and kissed
and f-ked and talked till dawn.
Doors opened bravely
(God, it felt so right)
I dared to cross.
I tripped.
I found you gone.
I just kept right on going anyhow.
(Perhaps that night together
never was)
You're free.
Perhaps you'll call
and I'll be glad.
I've no regrets.
It doesn't hurt right now.
I know it will.
Not yet.
But when it does,
Real soon,
it's gonna hurt
and hurt real bad.
From:
8/11
Copyright ©:
Glen Martin Fitch
Last updated August 23, 2011