I place it in your hands,
All of it,
Into your able, midweight hands and
Step back frightened,
And finally,
Finally, I breathe for a moment
If not just for the thought of it
Until I can't breathe again,
Which is how I am
Normally.
I give it to you, if only the idea of you
And not the truth,
But I give it up,
Into those hands that are there
And not there,
Yet I have no choice but to trust
They are there because
Honestly, my inadvertently coveted dear,
There is nothing else.
Please be there
Because I'm mid-fall
And need someone with
Strong hands
To both bear and benefit from
The inevitable descent
And all.
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