Forward March

But I don't want you to wait.

I don't think space is pretty... As a collective sure, 

little stars tinkling but so many eons apart the only closeness they feel is in the stories forged in their glory

I don't want you to wait.

And sure, maybe I want to be cherished and dotted on, 

Maybe I do have a need to feel wanted and fussed over.

Maybe I should've told you, but honestly, me? Your little soldier?

Every time my father took me to the hospital,

I'd be a strong little soldier, 

muster the courage to even joke with the doctor as he made fun of my round curves and missing teeth.

Going to the hospital with my mother was different though, 

she'd hold my hand and give the stink eye to the nurses

and I'd soldier on,

pretending that it didn't make me feel safe to have my handheld.

I'm a soldier, yes, tough as nails 

Powerful enough to set the world ablaze with my tongue. 

But I wouldn't mind a body to hold close while I crawl down the trenches

have my hand held, and my thoughts read.

I don't want you to wait, 

coz I can't promise that I'll wait here with you long enough for you to see

We do this at your pace, 

But on days when I need to take my armor down

I can't promise I'll wait.