VINCOLO DI PELLE
The grip loosened and I was made. Created, safe, matured I thought.
Relaxed, thinking my time was our time.
Safety feels past.
I sensed a difference. Time revealed the uncertainty
I saw more, felt more, heard more.
I was maturing slowly, believing together we were made. Together we would stay.
Feeling you move in my stillness. Questions. Anxiety grows.
Quiet, I wonder what your next movement will bring.
Unbearably I wait.