The Dying Fish

I just wanted to hold you,
in my arms,
To wrap my arms around you,
and close my eyes,
Letting the warmth of affection thaw my heart.

That was about it,
as far as physical urning went,
Although others, too, did arise.

It just felt right,
The tests,
And the thoughts that prick my insides,
They feel warm,
Like the burning after receiving a wound,
When the endorphins kick in.

I should keep to myself,
The words at the tip of my tongue,
Because I know, once they leave,
And make their way into your ears,
I'll be picking up the pieces,
Of the glass fish bowl,
Our friendship - the dying fish.

-Sir Jestro