high and low
swerving and dipping between
extremes of intimacy and indifference, teeter totter.
but really, why
is my heart so fragile —
so indebted to the whims of one who cares
not enough?
balance is
so elusive
when you’re falling
through space and time
for someone not quite new.
will I crash land?
or will a touch to my cheek cushion my fall
from grace
into sweet madness?
–Charla M. DelaCuadra
