Fides

My soul is clenched as I stand at you door,
My legs quake as though I stand in a dying tree,
A small boy with all my weight on one branch,
Waiting for the crack of your voice.

I ask you where I stand (though I think I know),
I can feel the branch bend beneath my feet,
Though my eyes are shut I hear the surging creak,
I hear the truth, and fall.

Though I can stand anywhere but by your side,
A whole world brimming with places and people,
They are not enough.
None are lit by the smile and sparkle of your eyes.

Every time my feet touch the ground, I will be shadowed by your belief,
A reminder of where I will never stand,
For I believe in you.

And that is not enough.