Away

I am the chewed on eraser tip that clings to the lean and worn pencil the frays on an old leather belt which just won't let go faded, jaded, never placated and are still discovering the obvious who silently stick around to see the new notches I am the pair of smudged glasses dangling by the stern beaded rope off of the alligator pole that watches time instead of enjoying it I am the water that cleaves itself into chasms during the werewolf season at your command and I listen to your words only for Millay cannot begin to describe this nor Plath nor Collins I have no right - I'm neither mother nor lover but I try myself anyways Now I sit here inside your four walls Catching all of the thoughts that went astray For I came in through the open door Only to find you away