I'm not sure
if I can tell you
what I'm waiting for
but it does feel like
a space caught in between
no matter
what I'm doing
or what story I tell myself.
Still
this deep chasm
this held breath,
wondering if there is something more
not letting go
of this hold we're in.
Can you feel it or are you
one of the lucky ones,
able to let go,
able to care less?