Pull me from the proximity of my week long vacation from independence.
As you were.
the moment the weather changes I'm out of breath and caught waiting.
Allowing you to snag glances over shoulders too weak to carry much of anything but the cotton shroud
of inadequacy.
So to speak.
I don't want to love you like that anymore, though the thousands of questions of another work press down on my eager mind in waking and in sleep.
Pale frown, blemished diamond in your ear.
In any case,
I abhor, refuse, must deny the accompaniment.
Happiness is on the line and hung up twenty minutes ago as I dug my belongings out of a ***** space and left the building wondering why.