summer’s sweet refuge melts away
just like anything else
and i
tiptoe
into ambivalence
ever cautious not to miss my footing on stepping stones
tethered to nothing and promising everything.
with every movement
the crisp breath of adventure
the rising action to an unforeseen climax
it all seems to swell like a lump in my throat
and all of a sudden
a breath becomes a gasp.
the someday that never lived
{Leah K.}
i reach out my hand
pleading for answers hidden away
“you must wait and see, only time will tell.”
like settling snow waiting only brings more questions
sinking into gelid heaps and
time discloses nothing to me.
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