7/15/2009

this wandering eye
has been hiding inside
since the summer sun started to break
and the cold mornings
stopped meaning anything
watching my breath
drift in puffs from my lips
as I stepped to the edge
of that frozen surface
I never tried to see my face in the waves
that cracked the remains of the frozen days
I knew I was alive enough to say
I think I’m living the right way

I’ve been sleeping late
maybe
I’ve been hiding my face
or hiding myself away
from you
that second person singular I’ve sought my whole life
some pretty, crooked smile to keep me reeling every night
I’ve been trying to wake early
and missing the clock
rolling from under these covers
still sleeping as I’m walking
slack jawed and sulking
dragging my feet
trying to be
content with who I am
but there’s...
there’s something missing