10/12/2009

a twisted wrist with fingers laced
holding while being pushed away
words expressed and missed
interpretations or gross exaggerations
I can’t tell anymore
I just want to walk back to that door
in the middle of the night
with the winter by my side
breathing heaving out solid air
seeing your face and I
fall back to a simpler time
when heart ache
hunger pains
empty wallets
and attractive pockets
were never in my life
living for something I couldn’t quite place
living to put a smile on your face
I’ve plastered a grin on mine
but there’s nothing under or inside