I look out the window at the quiet absence,
In the stillness of a dull summer night,
I smell the chlorine in my hair as I bite its frail ends.
Its sunny color washed out by the moonlight,
Different from a confused summer before…
Sweeter without the sweetest presence,
Sometimes I dread his presence,
I dread he is watching me,
Sometimes I wish terribly that he is…
His sweetest words I found,
Could leave the sourest taste,
And shake the hardest heart,
Could make you let out an embarrassingly loud scream-
I bite my hair and tell my thoughts to shut up,
Just shut up….
A shadow passes, I jump to see…
But it’s not you, I sigh…
You’re not watching me.