It might only
Be
A hop,
A skip,
A jump,
Or two,
But this is hardly
Hopscotch
Or frogger for two.
To ask is a task
Greater than most.
And to be told
Is more stressful
Than any quest,
Or test
Of mankind.
I wish
And
Wonder,
What will you say?
But I cannot think
Of such.
I must ask,
But
Can I even?
It seems so odd.
It's not pressure.
The pressure
That holds our eardrums,
Calms our souls,
And feeds our ego.
I think of us,
But only see myself
Letting another sigh.
I do not let down.
Nothing can hold me
Down.