Hold My Tongue

The cat’s got it

pesky thing it is

i can blame it so long as it exists

in my mind as the cause of the problem instead of myself

i must then

blame the cat

that’s got my tongue

that’s made me hold on to everything to avoid making two trips

when i leave you i gather everything in my arms

stuff the space between my limbs with tetris like accuracy

pile it high until i can no longer see what’s in front of me

and hope i don’t let anything slip

before the next time i’m faced with the chance of us meeting again

when we do meet again

my pile has grown so heavy

i scold the cat for its greediness

and it lifts it’s paw

set on release

it seems the recoil dropped a few things

i didn’t want you to know

i tried to pick them up without being seen

but now all you’ve perceived is that i am the same mess i have always been

stubborn and incomplete

without the power to use the tongue that would have bridged the distance between me and you

in the end, we only regret the chances we didn’t take.