Touched Too Close

Waiting for you

like a brass hinge

waits for a grip,

I place demands

upon my sanity

wondering if time


carbon smudges of loneliness

 lining my face.

Wondering too

if balloon expectations

climb too close

to the embattled sun and burst,

falling far from where they could’ve been.

You’ve touched me too close

for me to ever forget

being untouched.