Tim

shaking hands hold broken paper wings
so unsure of how to hold these things
and no words fix what words have broke
as the ashes make your throat choke

tears locked behind a frozen wall
and voices faint begin to try to call
call you back to edges of reason
as heart and mind combine to treason

virtual hugs cold and callous and dry
bring no warmth no matter how we try
your lost i'm lost as to what to do
i just want you to make it through