Get to You (Somehow)

Written February 17, 2010

I’m falling.
With every song,
I come down faster.
Not cryptic,
yet a mystery all the same.
I’ll get to you—
will I get to you?—
who?

I’m faltering.
With every word,
I want to match you.
You’re so calm,
but are you confident inside?
‘Cause I sure as hell am not—
and I fear I don’t know
any words
that you’ll understand.
(But do you?)

I’m fighting.
With every sight,
the butterflies
multiply.
I overcome—
sometimes—
then I silence.
I’m trying
to find a way
to you.

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