I Fell Out Of Touch With My Crutch
By Ashley O’Hare
We fell out of touch,
but I still know too much.
We both live online,
so I know you are doing fine.
I have tried to sever the connection,
but I cannot delete the application.
I miss when you would hold my hand
to the soundtrack of the marching band.
How can I turn my back
when you were the one to keep me on track?
My shoulder to cry on.
My anchor when I become withdrawn.
What am I supposed to do with you gone?
What if I cannot pick up the slack?
There is so much I still do not understand:
When did you change your direction?
How did I miss the signs?
What will I do without my crutch?
ashleyohare 