So intangible
That it sometimes seems
Impossible to feel myself
All that makes up me
Is few and far between
And only they understand
How that feels
They have warm hands
Open hearts
And strong backs that hold up
Limitless talent, friendship, and understanding
For all of this
The love that they give
Is worth the pain of absence
Because there is always hope
Of future crossings through the void
Those meetings
Those sparks
That's what they call creation
What I call theatre
Synonymous with life
In the few breaths you grasp
In those short endless moments on stage
I am running out of words
All that's left is emotion
Reaching to those hands
That catch me when I fall
Thank you
For not breaking me
Sometimes I'm pretty fragile
But you all hold me together.
--5.3.08
Dedicated to the ACL gang: Frank, Justin, Mikey, Stefanie, Dave, Pat, and Tom Tom; also to David, Scott, and the former Jack. I hope this says it all.
