Glass hurls into a wall
Hands draw up;
a half-hearted attempt at a protection
that shouldn't be needed.
I am standing on a lapping beach.
Edgar Allen Poe's beach.
The salty, humid, dingy sky-
Somehow, I feel like I am not alone.
The kicking, beating, clenching waves-
This is better. I am sharing a burden.
Do I really have to go back?
Bunched in the corner
Ignore the tears
Ignore the weakness.
I am in that lighted room
Next to that caged bird.
Its vibrant chirping livens me
Reminds me of desire.
Is it selfish that I keep watching?
Car runs away.
Can't beg it back.
Don't want to admit.
Being left behind.
I remember Pablo Neruda.
And how he warns anyone off
Making sure they know he will forget them
Before they have the chance to leave him.
His words are so confident...
But their speaker- he sounds like
Someone who just wants to protect his heart
It's a disclaimer.
I don't want to live with a disclaimer.
I don't want a half-hearted attempt
at a protection that shouldn't be needed.
Someone is coming.
Muddled hair; sweat from effort.
I have forgetten that I am not
an exclusive member to pain.
It is ok.
We're both breathing.
Just keep reading.