The Pointless Book

Unfinished Poem #37

I trust that everything that happened to us
Happened so we'd improve
Everything is proof; everything you do

But you've got the softest arms I have ever known
The softest arms that I could hold, or that could hold me

Travel far away, where the neighbours don't talk
And I'll go away to an adjacent park

I'm alive and with your body close to mine
I am suddenly occupied
With the reasons that I could try to be something you would like
Like a star in the sky
Like a beam of light

Because even the softest arms
Can't bear to hold such a fragile soul
Such a broken soul