You stretch your arm out in the abyss towards me
I do not recognise this
You say to me I will learn to unlearn
I laugh because pain is all I know
You say the pain will go, you say you don’t care
I laugh because I don’t belive you, but I’m also scared because I do. I laugh harder.
You stretch your arm out again,
I take it, examine it…
I drop it hastily.
You say I will not see another dark sky
But you also say if I do, you’ll be with me
I look at your arm again, still outstretched
I look at your face to see .. strain.
Nothing, still smiling arms outstretched.
I look around me, acknowledge it is chaotic, take another look at you and I fall apart.
You still have your arm stretched.
I proceed to take it, pausing midway to look around me
You say I don’t have to be scared.
You talk as if you can see my mind racing.
You look at me as if the chaos is a thing of imagination.
Yes, you acknowledge it is there, but you do not see it. You see only me.
Smiling, arms still stretching.
Looking at your arm, I feel familiar
Looking at your arm, I feel oneness.
Maybe it was dark because I was lost
I’ve always felt that way. Yes, we’re whole people but I’ll be dammned if I don’t say we complete each other.
I’m thinking about this as I look at you and it finally occurs to me as I look down at us that; I’m holding it.