Crumbling

I’m going to that dark place again

The one where I hide myself away

From the truths of the world

I can tell because I feel myself 

crumbling

See relationships breaking down around me

And I’ve come to know

This is where the cycle begins

But, even after all these years

I’ve yet to learn just exactly, 

Where, if, or when, 

It ends.

Drift

I like how firm you are

When I touch you

There’s no give

You’re solid, there, present

Even when you drift 

Away, hide away…

You’re still with me

I hold onto your leg,

Your arm, your heart

To anchor you,

To ground me