leaving silhouettes of triumph.
casting shadows of torn hearts
mimicking the symptoms
managing the systems &
it's still not enough.
awaited silence.
the pursuit of distance.
almost there now.
devoid of all reason

hold me tight & slip away
into anger.

she wasn't there.
you told me,
she'd be there.
you scold me &
she's waiting
too much time,
Jesus.
she'll disappear,
Jesus.
It takes too much time.