Brushing close enough to touch,
Then drifting softly
Out of sight.
To squeeze alive when loneliness
Comes creeping, quietly,
Of fleeting moments spent
Pursuing promises that never seem
I just am.
And it’s alright.
I am a moan,
The pain that knows forever.
I am a shout,
The joy that life can’t sever.
I am a sigh,
The hope that fears regretting.
I am a tear,
The thought that pleads forgetting.
I am a throb,
The heart that feels no longing.
I am a breath,
The life that craves belonging.