"Shhhhh"
you tell me, your hand in my face,
your lips a sloppy mess.
"Will you ever say anything that makes sense?"
I wonder.
"Probably not."
Gesturing your hand out of my face,
it falls limp to your side.
But you are quick to raise BOTH of your hands this time.
Waving them.
Sloppily.
Shaking them.
I glance your unstable form over.
-wide eyes
-raised and slanted brows like pleading
-mouth, agape.
Releasing a pent up sigh,
I wipe your mouth off and close it,
smooth the hair away from your face,
bring your wrists back down to your sides.
What do I get?
A blank, expectant stare.
I kiss your cheek with my thumb and walk away.
Turning the light off before shutting you behind.