655 Fame [17 November 2004]

I will always see you smiling there.
The tears little rivers of sorrow
pouring out your heart to the world
while all stood back and watched,
enraptured with the beauty of your pain.
I cannot reach for you through this darkness,
my hands grasp at air.
Yet I hold on to it, hoping desperately to fly,
to be there for you when the world,
and its eternal apathy towards you,
crushes you underneath its indescribable weight.
All eyes follow you in your path.
They watch for each step,
hoping for that mistake
that would take you down,
make you real.
But I know you.
I can see with mine own eyes
past the veils of time,
the terrible sadness that lingers.
Amid this vigilant world,
I would find you there still,
the smile creasing your face
as you stood upon that pedestal
so precariously steady.
I would unfurl my wings,
rise to you and take your hand in mine,
to remove those tiny rivers
that cascade with such force
with the softness of my tongue,
and catch you if you fall.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017

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