i fear i’ll go insane
miss a dot over an i
trade an eye for a slippery slope
and float- away.
i question everything
without concrete grasp it slips
and one day i’ll flip and trade what i believe
for a handmade hand.
i can tell you’ll worry
it’s not a matter of time or work
more of a when a dime doesn’t stop spinning
and i’ll be trapped with carved tallies
remembering the follies one at a time.
i can break the loop
the key will hide itself
with a keystroke it’ll be here nor there
but i’ll be gone.
you’ll find me
cradled with a candle and lighter
chasing my shadow away
so i can have true solitude.
you’ll try to save me
but i’ve already saved myself
from demons that can no longer exist
in a body of complete forfeit.
you’ll bring pictures
a dinner we once had
a kiss we once shared
a time where time was just a measurement and not a hysterical critique
and i’ll beg my shadow to return.