simple steps
that move carefully
watchful, of only the next one, upcoming

does this tenderness reach my soul’s capability?
Is this pain temporary or an elongated suffering
just beginning

even though my toes tap the beat of a melody
my heart cannot hear the sounds of anything except the malady
of the madly.

Today’s treachery will be tomorrow’s following
will I be noticed once gone?

only type and the watchful of observers may understand
if only as witness

this is how

I am able to be

right here, right now

very carefully