i’m listening
to the echoes
of what isn’t
said; what we don’t
share.
I’m looking for
passing shadows,
hidden meanings,
& secrets kept
silent; for your
gaze.
When I’m real still
it isn’t that
I’ve stopped feeling
the weight of your
restlessness; I’m
scared.
I’m trying to
find where I fit
& when we will
start facing the
situation
now.
June 23, 2010
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