Precarious

Precarious

All the words we've never said.

All the times I've worried,

you've worried……

All the times we can't be together.

You've touched my life,

sparked it into being whole,

ripped it into being torn.

Apart we are not the same.

Apart we are simply a facade,

waiting for a way

to be together again.

Apart we are only half the sentence,

half the joke,

half the conundrum,

half the catch 22.

Cake without topping.

Jello without marshmallows,

2,000 miles away.

In sync, out of step,

afraid to go forward,

afraid to go back.

Longing to meet in the middle.

Just wondering how to get there.