here now

If my arms were longer perhaps my reach would extend to the realm of familiarity.
In this hushed space I might find the fulfillment I seek...
Or
Maybe things would be clearer if I were awake to this.
Although my eyes are open and my mouth moves to speak words consoling to those who question...my heart cannot participate in this meet.
Blocks of time are passing...days into weeks into months into years into tears.
The admission of this cannot be misplaced or mistaken for anything other than what it is...but it likely to continue to persist as what it is not.
And so it is...