Hard Graves

I am pretending to be okay.

the tight rope of today
begins to sway.

almost 38, but I have
the heart of a boy.

don't hurt me, please.

folded and unsure,
hopeless romantic
without a cure.

one line at a time.

where I walk,
eidolons crawl.

impervious to our
futures' pasts.

sacred ground, but I had to step.