Poems for Everything (Part#1)

Slipping Through

We stand there,

outside the foggy forest's edge,

knowing we have to go through.

I'm afraid,

I've lost lots of friends in there

and end up comming back out.

You take my hand,

telling me that you won't let go.

I nod and we walk,

hand in hand

through the fog.

I start to fall behind,

but you hold on tight at first...

But then...

you slowly lossen your grip...

I can't hold on...

You pulling further ahead...

I trip,

but you don't notice...

I feel abandoned,

but I refuse to move...

I sit down where I'm at...

Crying silently,

giving up

and letting the fog swallow me.

I hear your voice,

and you hear mine,

but your gone,

and I'm lost.

Finally you notice

that my hand isn't in yours.

You head back,

calling my name,

but the fog makes everything

seem like it's in different places...

You keep walking,

and soon,

I don't hear your voice

calling my name.

I sit there,

ready to give up

when finally,

your there in front of me.

I look at you,

face tear streaked.

You tell me that

you want your best friend back,

and I tell you that she never left.

You tell me how your grip had lossened,

and you didn't notice.

I start crying again,

and ask why you let go.

You tell me that you didn't,

and I go silent.

Finally I tell you

that I had missed you.

You say you missed me too.

I take your hand,

and grip it hard.

You smile at me,

and I smile back,

but tears run down my face all the same.

You wipe the tears away,

and hug me.

I had slipped out of your hand once,

I don't want to do it again.

Even if I have to glue our hands,

I will not let go.