reaching and reaching and falling

this one is for the lovely
ones up all nights killing
themselves with the worry
what’s left with how many
more are left before it sets
in before some doctor
says the words what’s left
for the ones who can’t sleep
without that last little bit
for the morning for the ones
who can’t stop the ones
who are trying to grab it
the ones who once cared
enough to wonder and dream
still alive somehow breathing
within it and despite it
this one’s for the lovely
that the lovely ones die
for and you maybe you
over there if you’re there
and you’re listening.