a Poem by Raquel Swann
Tall buildings cast dreadful shadows overhead,
though I cannot, for the life of me, see you
I feel your pull
calling to me
enticing me to come home
to lay bare in your arms.
Even for one night,
out of the thousands
I’ve spent searching
the world over
My empty hands clench tightly to dreams
they slip through my fingers
like water from a mountain stream.
Only a sip’s worth made it to my lips,
I cup my hands together for more,
but only hard mud remains.
I’ll try to run as fast as I can,
but it’s always too late.
You’ll just turn the poles around,
and repel me.
Further back from which I started.