The Long
A part,
Yet not together
Confidence a feather.
Told to need,
Have heart
Not knowing how to start.
Mind there,
Here
A hiking trip of fear.
To touch,
Reach out
Frozen by their shouts.
Solace found,
Timed in bits
Friendships born by act of wit.
Yo-yo self,
Lost again
Waft around another bend.
Thoughts align,
Connected crowd
Share a dream upon a cloud.
Passed the tense,
Future’s free
Questioning what to be.