The cracks are widening,
furthering themselves
in front of us.
I want to jump,
but I'm holding your hand.
So I straddle the crack.
Holding your small hand.
I plead with you to jump,
But you want to stay
On that side forever.
I am a nomad
I cannot stay in one place.
I am in motion
You are in stasis.
We are not ok.
I fall in between
The cracks of what you
want, and what I need.
I fall
For years.
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