Take me higher

fragile thing –

Fragile thing, I always felt it

I always sensed it pouring away

From the first hour, I had bore the distance

I felt you.

A thought. A portion.

I felt you like dust on my hands

Sand – every grain an ounce of how I suffered and how you leisurely frayed away

No grasp on the other end

Never a grasp on the other end.

Only remnants and portraits in this mind, of a dream

Weighing on my intellect

Now a hollow imagination.

Hollow – I need a breathe.

Only Yours will do.

 Just pick me up.

 “An oath he means to keep.”

But only maybe

oath –

well will you answer that for me, dear?

nostalgic - hopeful -

pure bliss