Withholding

Yes, I feel as though I've been withholding...
This feeling that my dear ones are a blessing...
the humanity contained in my eye could make a heart break...
my heartbreak.
That I am so in love with the other
that for a moment... emptiness...
and then nowhere am I.

Withholding the tires wrapped around my neck...
and the rubber silt in my chest...
Breathing to be let out..

Withholding...
Withholding that...

In this word is my mind
and the sound goes missing...

Withholding that...
My hand glides across this page
and my fingers do a few shakes
back and forth and there goes...

Withholding...
the crickets I hear...
the rug beneath my feet...
the breathing... and there goes...

Withholding...
the words cross a page...
and I'm missing the sound
from which they came...
Withholding.