...

Confused in the deepest of angsts,
unable to let out words that will make no difference,
but still burn the inside of your eyes that will
perhaps someday open a tiny hole to see through and take the damn blindness away...
The stillness of your entity as everything passes you by,
of the inability to move your feet
as they are clamped to the ground with self-doubt
and the chill of that night that did not sooth but scolded...
A mind in the utter twilight struck so swiftly devastated
for you do not presage what comes before you,
and my sins seem to veil all between me and the world
because in a vacuous, stolid and stupidest of ways I put my self apart from my everything...
Having been evermore running vividly solo but equivalently forlorn
I'm scared of this road that we walk upon that is unmarked and un traveled,
that you know by your existence will lead you to fulfillment and joy
which at this time comes to make me infuriated because
I saw...
I felt...
and then for a moment...
failed to take your hand...
...
...
...
...

...and whether there is or not a way to amend
I will shine even brighter for you
because it's the only thing I truly know how to
and I found out because of you...