'My Translucent Hands'
3:45am 
does it seem unrealistic of me to be up at this hour? perhaps, but it was your face that woke me 
the face that haunts and disrupts my peaceful sleep, "you're so beautiful" he said 
as i buried my face in the flesh of my arms to mask my overflowing cascade of tears 
it's hard to let you know, to let you go...How could I ever be mad when his words flowed freely 
like wine on communion sunday and he knew just what to say? 
it is I that am sleepless again, pushing myself in the memory of you again and i'm forever the fool 
i swore it was your breathing and the steady rhythm of your beating heart that captured me 
and made me a prisoner of your love
but i'll never know, nor will i ever pretend that in a fleeting dream that it could all come to an end 
and as i struggle to try to understand, to let your words play upon my delicate ears, i reached out
but you slipped through My Translucent Hands...