Geriatric things .

You are the closest I got to heaven when my heart gave up on it’s baggage and all the fear that it carried . I was empty for the first time in a while. Not one jumper that was threadbare or one with the tags still on .I just wanted to strip you of your Levi’s and your polo top and your eyes and your essence and your backbone and pack them with due care and attention and have not one worry that I may lose my suitcase as you were in there . So close to giving it all up the second hand to hold a hand and feel it skin on skin and dive right in . That’s how it was meant to go but i didn’t realise my attachment with the old and how it swamps your mind your six feet under trying to let go . You will always be my footsteps to heaven but I fell short just as the lock on my bag jammed. One footstep away and that’s how the story ends ..almost nearly if and every god dam thing that races around in ancient archaic garments who feel like they are begging me to stay but I so wanted to leave . . Life and geriatric things and feelings that drag you back in . Fear being the greatest common dominator to change and let's not forget courage . It's all these little things that make or take a life from the old to the new .