option 2
and no
you're not there
i have tied my wrists
to the boat bobbing down the river
but in with the morning mist
i do not find you
yes i have learned
crouched low
and held my hands tight
open my eyes
i understand sunshine
but there is no cloud
shaping past
there is no wind
saying anything
yes i have taken off too
reached into the sky
learned to land on all my feet
when i find myself
yes i
reach down
into that rushing blue
trying with jerky fingers
and a throat
closing up
but still
so close to your face
breathing somewhere on mine
i pull close and begin to trace
but i awake
and no
still my hand is tied to this bob and wave
and no
and no
and no
you are not
A contest entry
- 3 Options by With Broken Wings.
375 points, ended November 4, 2007, 38 entries
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