new poem

Hooked

It was always the same

with us, always ending as

strangers even within each other’s arms.

When I hold you

tighter, you slip away; when I dream

of nightmares, you always

disappear. I tried to seek you out,

for my own benefit, and even then

you cannot be found;

I cannot find you, always

dissipating from my hands, always

staying just at the edge of my fingertips.

Often, I think of just giving up, but

the memory of our days together

end up making me stay.