Lightness of a touch, here, anywhere.
Something I crave far too much.
Maybe it’s not healthy, I’m not sure.
But being alone like this, it’s killing.
The opposite; it’s out of my reach, out of my sight.
Though, maybe I’ll be able to grasp for it one night.
That image sits in my mind.
A future of hope, a future in kind.
A demon, that’s what it is.
I’ve decided, it can’t have domain over all this.
That time has passed.
Waiting isn’t so hard; I’ve done enough.
Now I’ve got to act.
Far too much time has passed to just sit back.