seeking approval off other human beings
saying,
please, as i stand here
and bask in your magnificent aural shower
let me set my dignity free
as you abuse your power

could i carry myself better
if perhaps
hills were not so steep
if i did not act as a labourer
and dig up my street
could i perform with a degree of aplomb
if my ultimate success
was not wired like a bomb

days when i was smaller
and parents lit cigarettes
as the smoke of discarded attachments
drifted to the sky

where are you?
standing on the corner of the road
i was so cold
i was sure it was going to snow

people
build walls
not bridges
as they get older

i cannot be that person –
as try as i might
i am not that type
the font of all knowledge –
is camped out
and the bottom of a wishing well

and i am not afraid of showing –
such fragility
i know my emotions –
and i am not afraid to shed tears
or pull up a chair –
and hold onto my fear

lifelines did not converge
different destinations did not merge
but you look at each other
and wonder if, or the attraction could converge