remember.

slippery
the thoughts move;

silent
like midnight waters

and i can't hold them
(you)
in between
the waking
and the dreaming

...my fingers ache from trying

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the fingers try so hard to hit the keys...
but that in-between is like some abyss that is impossible to cross.
Sometimes my words get lost in dreams....
a flicker, then gone, then I wake up in a cold sweat wondering where I lost them...
I like this one, so much, jen.
j.