my chain feels heavy around my neck
the cross that hangs from it is askew
no amount of turning, rotating, or singing
seems to balance it. it all feels so heavy
against my neck, my clavicle, my very chest
if i see you, when i see you, i know my fist
will curl up against your sternum. this urging
to be near you, see you, even just hear your
voice. it all feels like it is burning. i feel like
i am burning, and our flame should have
gone out years ago. for all my crazy and all
your strangeness: our constant struggle to be
loved. how strange to have found it only to
run from it. how strange to hold on to it: our
cross