Exactly 17 People Passed By Without Stopping To See If I Was Alright
This is a love
that is bitter as citrus
that leaves me burning coldly
bowed head, clenched fists
on a park bench
in the middle of winter
The people see
but they can't help it
they can't help me from falling
so they walk by with
shadows spinning
like spiderwebs in their
eyes
and their fingers
to their
lips
Don't touch her
they must say to their unruly children
Don't disturb her
or she might blow away
in a thousand starburst patterns
of skin
because I'm grieving
for a loss that has yet to find me
and I'm falling
as calmly and as irrevocably as a snowflake
rescinding into myself
into ash on the pavement
I can't save myself from this
dear
My fingers are too cold
to reach inside my chest anymore
I'm untouchable
I let my eyes burn into the sky
because somehow that's where I
expect him to be
but I'm always
always wrong
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