a title is something I seldom worry about

So close yet so far

fingertips just out of reach

to touch you

heaven

yet I stumble through hell

grasping

clawing my way

climbing a horizontal wall of eternity

Sometimes I look in the mirror

and see deep into the abyss

was it something 

intangible

that I didn’t see

or something I can’t see 

that I miss

In the dark

as I stare into the night

waiting for sleep to surface

I remember something

was it said with intention

or 

just out of hopelessness

when hope is all I have to share