Can we have more time
Is there more of this season
Left
So much space,
unused
Too much thinking,
Unexplained.
I'm familiar with this
Rock, in my chest
It's meant to give life
To build
And to breathe
But disappointment stacks
Conglomerates of hopes
Deferred
Will your water come
Dissolve all weight
Will you strengthen
Each muscle
Again
For my heart is too big
For this body I'm in
To stand on its own,
To begin.