I am vulnerable, but barely enough
And pushy just a little too much
And flood back in too
And the worst part is: Through it all,
I'm thinking about you
A pressing moment Weighs on the poet To finish her sentence As she currently knows it Urgency quietly calls Through paper-made walls In a form that makes sense Of the daily rises and falls If left unfinished, it never will be For the way life unfolds so quickly.