Wanting to Grasp

We want what we can not grasp,

how can I grasp it when your wrist

is thin enough to slip through my hands,

what am I to hug, when you

have forced yourself sickly small,

how should I hold your hand

that is stained with the scent

of this morning’s breakfast

Since when did Juliet need to start

skipping lunch to find her Romeo?

and since when has Romeo thought

this to be okay, accepted, expected…

We blame society, as though

we are not blaming ourselves,

we are all Romeos,

and so many of us

feel like Juliets