You think I don't know
But I do
Your lips are rushed
Your hands are polite
Your eyes reflect
Your mind's engagements
When? I'm not sure
But even the smallest gap
Is large
To those who see it open
You think I don't know
That maybe it will come around
That maybe you just need to breathe
But the air you seek is fresher
That anything inside
And if you don't get out
You will choke on it
The scent of home is suffocating
Too late? Almost definitely
Long terms are not always so defeatist
You will not smooth my edges
Only erode your own
A smoother surface for sharper corners
I opened all the windows
I don't think it helped
You are being wasteful
For my sake
But I know
And now I can smell it too