Rescue

Her hands are greased

His shoulder impinged

Maybe I reached?

Maybe I walked sadly by

 

But those where I stubbornly stayed

Until my fingers locked up in pain

For some I righteously stayed

And held on

 

I cry to them to never let go

But their arm drops limp

The muscles relax

They give up

 

Perspiration pleading hoarse prayers

Whisk away like the wind on my tears

And she slips

Hands like oil

 

I promised to stay

I could have raised you up

Maybe foolishness, naivete

Tricked me into dreams of suc...