Falling waitng to fly
I feel as if I’m floating in a vacuum,
an empty space without you.
I can not stop from falling.
I can, but refuse to reach out.
My refuge is an arm’s length.
Yet, I push it away.
I can not stop from calling.
I can but I refuse to shout.
Afraid me of myself.
Afraid to need to much.
I try to fly.
Alone.