The wind whistles in the trees and I watch
Transfixed by their easy swaying
How they can bend so freely
How they can snap.
It seems so simple
So impossibly clear
Watching something break.

He whistles and I watch
Transfixed by his comfortable presence
How he is perfectly himself
How he has no idea.
I have made it so simple
So impossibly clear
Yet he doesn’t seem to notice me break.