piercing

my words are beading up on your skin

not soaking in at all.

I’m wishing;

scratch that:

begging

for a moment when

you might

catch them in your hands.

turning away

whispers falling into the

night air

blending

swirling into echoes

of sentiments that have

kept you around even this long.

It’s getting hard to breathe again.

cut off,

alone…

silence has an echo-

only hollower and longer-

screaming

in my heart.