What does it take?
All that you have.
All of the time.
Here I sit, trying to justify. Rationalize.
And you – there. No heavy lifting.
Eager to accept anything I say.
I almost feel bad,
If it weren’t for the hole in me where those things used to go.
So, I make the sounds
To me – Hollow, Empty
To your ear, they ring true. You’re safe.
There will come a time when the load is laid at your feet.
Will you do the same for me?