Little Things in Life

Say Yes to Me

When I see you, 

your feathers are fragile, 

your sight bad, 

your mind young, 

and your heart delicate. 

When I hold you, 

your skin is breakable, 

your fingers cold, 

your smile small, 

and your pulse weak. 

When I kiss you, 

your lips tremble, 

your tongue dries, 

your teeth bite, 

and your eyes open. 

When I watch you, 

I want to fold my arms

around your small 

small figure and 

frame. 

When I dream, 

I dream of you falling, 

so fast and so hard, 

so out of reach, 

from my own outreached

hands. 

But when I see those hands, 

they are weak, 

small, 

pale, 

and cold. 

I want to hold you, 

to see you, 

to watch you, 

to dream of you.

I want you to say yes to me. 

But how can you say yes to someone

who can't even see themselves.