So fragile
this happiness
so little it takes
before it topples and breaks
and you are bereft of cautiousness
while I am busy holding
my own body in place

in time
you may get used to me
and gauge your steps
accordingly
your kindness
like a weight on me
those times
when it hurts to breathe
when I don’t deserve
your hands
your chest in my proximity
because I make us empty.


© Cecilia Danell 2011