I have always been sentimental to the brink of cowardice-
can’t move on, can’t let go, can’t turn away-
too afraid of losing what I have
to find anything new.
Obviously the world doesn't work that way-
people change, people leave, people die-
and I have lucid moments when I know
this is the only way it could ever work.
I feel myself carried away by great gusts of time,
always with the feeling that I wasn't quite ready,
that if I could have just found surer footing,
I might have kept it together.
