I was always falling
You were always catching
Those pieces that didn’t stick
There is so little left
And I am little more
Then your most gentle touch
Despite my ever growing
Always underestimated determination
I spend down
I let down
Each day
Every day
In any way I have ever known
I have never found up
Still, you make my innocence bloom
Driving away
Chasing away
The most penetrating gloom
That holds its life
Its fortune above my head
You make up for what I am not
For what I will never be
Perhaps you glimpsed
Maybe you knew
The all too eager truth in me
JBW
A Dead Language 