don't listen
or hide from
his answers.
let him say what he says
and don't hold onto the
belief that he'll follow through.
don't try and change
because of want to be's
"like someone else"
"how I should be"
"what they want from me".
let him say what he wants to say
because he'll let you stay, without glances.
yet it seems there are all of these chances
he gives and then rips away.
he wants to play.
he wants to hide.
he's jade,
solid
unbreakable.
he's bamboo
flexible
unbreakable.
some day we'll find balance,
for now it's a windblown tree
dancing with leaves, and he's
too busy for me and my blue.
distracted from the things he
claims he wants to do. writing
of nothing that isn't about all.
doesn't slow down enough to
let himself breathe, yet I touch
his arms, his shoulders, his spine.
leave him to his own work, and
he sends me off to mine. I guess
the distress is something only I
inflict, if it's me who accepts his
lack of interest to communicate.