it was everything i had inside me given to you a gift you refused, to scare me to scar me to drop me over that cliff, that curb wanting to touch you to kiss you to giggle in the sand but you let go of my hand and oh oh oh you had warned me the storm would be rough and wow did you signal it would not be enough and crap did it happen i chased without fear but ghostlike in vapor desire disappeared and so like a dark fog neglected to stand you held and then fell and let go of my hand (c) 2016 douglas brent smith