in the space
between a beautiful past
and potential of a beautiful future
I’m hanging in there
I’m hanging in there
that’s all I do
uncomfortable in the present
wondering
am I just foolish?
should I let go?
I’m hanging in there
my arms getting tired
how long will I stay in this uncertainty?
I’m hanging in there
my mind loosing faith
where will I fall if I let go of my grip?
would you find me there?
in the space
between you
and you
your absence is heavy
weighting me down
as I hang in there
waiting for you
for you to come back
waiting for you, like you asked me to
Johanna Benevole 