If P. Could Write a Poem for S.
There's someone I want to be for you,
a way I want to catch you
when you lose your balance
at the top of the stairs.
I want to taste my fear of losing you
and have it crack me open
instead of making me numb.
I want to be the rock you land on after a storm,
not this tired rope on the anchor
worn thin and threatening to break.
You tremble
you fall
and I can't even cry.
There's someplace I want to take you
today and all the days after,
where good intentions carry the day
and love is the ultimate elixir,
where not knowing what to do makes me the hero
and loving me anyway makes you a saint.
But you fall
you tremble
and I can't even cry.
Here's the truth, if your constitution can stand it:
I don't know what to do.
Sometimes I freeze when I'm scared.
I hate myself for not catching you,
and this time I'm the one who's lost my balance.
If I let you see me tremble,
if I let myself just fall,
maybe you can cry.
Maybe you can take us to the place
where good intentions carry the day
and love is the ultimate elixir,
where not knowing what to do makes you the hero
and finally feeling it all makes me a saint.
Maybe just for today.
"If P. Could Write a Poem for S." by Jen Lee