walk through these pangs of yearning with your eyes open,
sure measured steps. Calculated. Calm.
You know just when to
and when to
almost delicate, you
avoiding memories and hopes.
I'm a naive fool you know.
I bluster forth,
Knocking into dreams,
crashing into brittle hopes and breaking them
hurting myself on the splinters.
As I clutch at the future and measure it with the past.