Feelings can't fix anything
But I feel like I can
I'm nothing but my feelings
So I can't
I chased without moving my feet
I was pulled along, gleefully
Sled dogs with only two skis between them
I was afraid to fall in
Jumpy, smiling
The moon was up over the trees
I was warm
It was cold
You were there
i couldn't hold onto myself
i couldn't see in the mirror
without looking away
capital letters lowered
a chest tightened past the point
of feeling in control
i have lost semblance
plurals turned singular
narrative structure decayed
without a plot turn
one day the trees had leaves
the next day i left
i cannot go on
perhaps I can go in instead
the clouds are telling me
that you're still out there
and I wish you were here
instead
Roman Ryan 