9/7/9/10

thinking back, a year was it already?
a year from now will seem so big; ago, so small
far to the touch and warmer than it actually was
i wove tight, between my apprehensions and dissappointment,
figments of elegant romance.
was a kind of glue, but a quick fix for the fractures
there was intoxicated smiles and forced feelings
gestures done out of regulation, not regard,
kindnesses clung to necessity and not impulse
but those are gone, run down and tired.
now is only what i have and this is how it is...

waking up early to keep from missing it,
roll awake i shake you up too
not ready, patience for the morning to set.
wide awake and feel you sleep
share the day with love and smiling
and a giving sort of mood
a tender way to show how far i've come,
where i've been,
what i didnt surrender although they asked
what i will never give again, no matter the pressure
because these are things that i can't resign
they are mine