standing at the back
waiting to be noticed
far too many days
and even longer nights
holding her breath
until it hurt, never
knowing she didn’t
trust his next breath
sweeping up after him
the pile ever widening
with random bits of dirt
or grass his soul carried
like mud stuck in his shoes
the pile ever widening
with random bits of dirt
or grass his soul carried
like mud stuck in his shoes
aching as she empties
weary of perhaps and maybes
spent and lonely
longing for nothing
save her own company
weary of perhaps and maybes
spent and lonely
longing for nothing
save her own company
a breath she can trust
her own moment
away from the voices
in his head
her own moment
away from the voices
in his head
he’s never seen her
standing there
in front of him
his thirst exhausting
his need like arms
that bind, offering
little comfort
standing there
in front of him
his thirst exhausting
his need like arms
that bind, offering
little comfort
slipping out the side door
easier than breathing out
expecting something back
easier than breathing out
expecting something back
