it hurts
the words i can't say, the
thoughts that i inhale
you worry for me, or so you say
i haven't stopped wondering about.
we are vagrants,
not you, but silent nomads
back aches definitely from not moving boxes
but the dishes at work, you contradict
every time you speak.
the third child
who spoke in fluttering papers
when i needed a job, his printer ink
in smudged letters and in wasted hours
we keep wandering about.
she screams at me
a hard knock life with no musical
notes flying off his clipboard as he turns
to look at me; i cling to a promised blanket
when she lies, asleep.
perhaps
when daybreak is near
you'll be by her side.
YOU ARE READING
duality
Poetry❝you won't be alone.❞ comprised of broken promises that were never his fault. cover by @kinofilms
