That Middle

That Middle

It's always in the middle
that you find it's wrong for you.
And afterwards the Shakes come.
To your arms and hands.
It looks as if you are still in the mirror.
But you rest your hand on something:
THE COUNTER-HAND
your arm:
you shake,
your eyes were shaking with you.
That's why you looked so still.
But the middle, {takes deep breath}
that middle,
the one you pined for
meddled for
and coaxed over,
is wrong-
for you.
Maybe not another,
but for you
yes.
And the shakes
that shake you now
still can't shake you out of thought;
the ones you have now in the middle-
that middle.

-Matthew Koutzun