Yes! I am still alive. And I write poems too.

I can’t sing with your hand on my cheek

But I sigh in your bed

Tug on your pigtails

Run my finger down the center

Of your face

Maybe we are filling in the gaps

Instead of carrying one another along

Maybe we are running down the halls

Holding each others hands

Trying to find a way out

Instead of chasing each other around

Maybe we are leaking onto one another

I can feel it coming from the palms

Of your hands

I am going to take you on this

Ride around

And around pulls you away

Drags you behind

It’s the only place for you

What blinds me

What turns me around

Walks me away

Breaks you

Up

Makes you feel like

You should keep going