these backward, stationary, forward
emotions
has caused the skin
draped over my bones
to grow so tired
feel it sliding down my skeleton
in slow motion
like the rain on your windshield
while we are parked off road
to discuss once more
this path we chose

I already know
my covers been blown
for so long
you've felt the presence
of someone unknown
and I've stalled to expose
his misplaced identity
out of selfish fear
that you'll no longer call me home