have you ever thought
that maybe
when you call me your soul mate
i wish it were true

anyone could tell me that
and i wish it could be true

i just wish i had something
to finally cling to
and to reach for
even if i knew
my reach would always
be short

as i dangle
out of reach
from this noose
weaved from bones

i am
subconsciously
unaware of the
sight of
snapping jaws
at my feet

(or maybe i simply
fabricate them so)

and i reach
into the trees
rummaging through dead
leaves
searching for fruit
that dance just
at the tips
of my fingers