crawling toward love

did you ever feel like you were crawling
toward love, like everything you did
was happening on all fours

like you were grappling
grasping at strings
and incompetent

like you had to drag yourself through
mud to get there

even though it was the
prettiest place on earth
it no longer came easy

it was no longer a ferry ride
just over there

it was something you had to crawl to
and lay flat on top of 

just so

you could never lose it