Your face
is pliable.
Putty I could
stretch,
distort,
with my thumbs.

You are fleeting.
I am grieving.
For everything
I have always taken.
Taken away.
Taken a token.
Token greeting.
Fleeting token
taken for granted
grievance.

If you never
walk again
speak to me
say my name,
I will forever
grieve,
seethe,
miss the steps
i never saw
you take.

It goes without
saying,
screaming,
grieving
That I am
assured,
quite certain,
impossibly aware,
that you'll walk again.

Hopefully you'll walk
into my arms
and
not out of my life.