Sedona

Your eyes are
beautiful.
They are no
match for
this view.
I have to
look away
before I get
lost.
I work daily
to hold onto
me.
To not slip away.
Its not easy.
We are taught
to slide into
things.
It.
As I turn into
the yellow
sun sinking
into the red
mountains,
I whisper
hold on.
And just as
I feel myself
slipping into
that place
you say its
beautiful.
I nod my head,
You hold my
hand and say
I was talking
about you.
You are not making
this easy.
but then
again who wants
easy.
I will take
Sedona.