Itchy fingers that
Need to do, to finish
What I didn’t start
We won’t be sill, atleast not deep inside
Until you are
My dear, I cannot fix this
thing which you have done
While in my world it’s nothing
In your world, right now, it’s all
This fine line I walk
between helping
and getting in your way
Sometimes wanting nothing more that to be finished –
A long walk away that would never end –
And holding on fover, knowing
that forever is a story just for me.

L. K. Tamaya