I take a peso
in a wallet
And toss it
in the well
I whisper slowly
in the side of
and wish a night with you,
instead

So i,
I seek the crowd,
youre standing.
You turn around,
i was hiding,
evaporating,
gasping,
left on oxygen

and so i think
of breaking the glass
and break my silence
But i dont want
you to notice me
Of violence

and so,
I gasp again
and walk away

So im writing to you
Instead,
Knowing this was just
a methaphor
of how badly
I want to reach out
and talk to you

Again.