Cling

It was the way to be near you   
   
just to get your attention   
I had to put it on;   
even in my vulnerability,    
in deepest love,   
my most impressed    
with you,    
and then regress.    
   
I tried.    
We were too young, then, I guess.    
   
Didn't know you needed grown and steady,   
and you didn't know    
I needed    
just you   
   
to care    
at all   
that I was there.   
   
The vaults locked automatically.   
Too many daylight robberies    
from my open doors    
of lonely desperation   
and that grand stash of sanity;   
   
still they won't relent.   
   
I want to let past die    
and go again,    
but aligning lives is taking    
everything   
   
from us.   
   
I don't want to know if  
I'm spent.