Slipping Through Fingers

Recent senior year poem.

It felt so right, 

I held you tight,

Never thought you'd go away.

It seemed so clear,

I had you near,

Then everything went astray.

 

Now where am I,

Am I to cry,

To make it clear to you?

No, tears don't persuade,

And words only fade,

But I can't help wanting them to.