Ties like delicate threads,
They dance out of your fingertips
They
Pull
You
Closer,
Closer,
Closer,
To that cloud that
Always
Wavers
Out of your touch
It’s so close-
So close from leaving
Your line
Of
Sight.
Even though you chase it,
Day after day
After day.
After day.
Even though your refuse
To
Let
Go
Of your breaking strings,
Even though you pursued it,
Like a child,
Like a family in denial.
Even though they tell you
To
Let
Go
Before you
Get
Left
Behind.
Even though they
Tell you
Of the
Pain
You’ll
Feel.
Even though it’s just a mirage
Just a mirage
Just a mirage
Just a mirage
Even though.
Even then.
Even now.
H.C.A Agate 