limbs.

it has been such a long and lonely spring

and dark 

and harrowing

and our limbs have stayed dormant

waiting for sunshine 

to send sweetness

up to reaching leaves

and promising 

buds.

but your limbs are slender and graceful

and all the way over there

and cold.

i reach out to you

go out on my limbs

though they are icy and rough

and full of wounds and cracks and memories

not yet scarred over

and i cannot touch you.

i reach out to you

you in your slender grace

all the way over there

all by yourself

and all this wind

between us.

and between us there is so much space

and so many days

and so much blank

and i am not sure that i can reach you

over it all.

but i go.

every day, i crawl along my hurt and 

sorrow

scraping over my broken promises

and cracked memories of sunshine days

i catch my fingers

in knots and dreams

of seasons when i made you happy

and you laughed in the wind

and the world was richer for your joy.

and i go

every night, stealing along my resolve

knowing that my branches will hold

and certain that yours will not

though i may perch

in my longing

and breathe you in

and settle for your sigh.

nevertheless

i go.