Tying my shoes in the hazy morning sun,

I can’t help but wonder why I wasn’t enough

To keep our ties together.

Why the cloudy mist had to cover my eyes,

And couldn’t just stay outside.  

While I have one foot in the doorway,

The other is in the grave. I’ve only ever known

How to linger on the edge,

Of uncertainty. When did fear of settling become the

Fear of beginning. I’m sorry I

Couldn’t be brave enough to step into

love. Every day I begin by tying slippery knots,

Hesitating somewhere between here and there,

And waiting to be someone worth knowing again.