ah!
      we
      scream
      silently
      aching
     
     
      reaching
      out.
     
    

    
     
      alone
      in
      the
      vast
      sea
     
    

    
     
      we
      seek
      another
     
    

    
     
      to
      be
      with
      us
     
    

    
     
      who
      knows
      us
     
    

    
     
      “be
      with
      me”
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Wanting
      to
      pull
      close
     
    

    
     
      and
      fearing
      the
      fall
     
    

    
     
      we
      hang
      on
      the
      edge
     
    

    
     
      call
      to
      the
      other
     
    

    
     
      _
      hearing,
     
    

    
     
      sometimes
      we
      plummet
      over
     
     
      hitting
      the
      ground
      hurting
      ourselves
      -
     
     
      Again
     
    

    
     
      fearing
      trembling
      inching
      forward
     
     
      we
      meet
      and
      clasp
      and
      for
      a
      time
     
     
      comfort
      the
      other.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Andrew
      MacPheé