You are far too fragile to exist. I didn't see the hand I'd never kiss. And I barely felt your heartbeat inside of me. The empty patter of your feet is too fast to see. The families all gather round. And they make some sympathetic sounds. Even though I know they're only trying to take my mind off it. I just wanna sit alone and cry myself into a fit. And fall asleep. I would have loved to watch you as you slept. I fill the frames of pictures that I kept. Of you leaping into action on some muddy football. field. Or holding the attraction of the one that makes you. feel so sick. And I choose to see the life I live. It's one of triumph and of joy that gives. Made of something to hold onto as I'm falling through myself. To the part of me that held you on the darkest shelf. inside me