Tears evade me
Instead, secrets cover my eyes
Like layers of snow that hide
The lines on the street.
You could navigate regardless
“It comes naturally” you’d say
Like how the wind knows
When to howl
Or wait in silence.
The bustling café
Familiar faces
Attractive Spanish men
Spinning memories from their tongues
Can’t pull my eyes
From watching myself sink
With every snowflake.
I pack my thoughts and things
Set out into the storm
Alone.
No comments:
Post a Comment