he was so alone
standing under that tree in the dark
scuffling at the wet leaves with toes of unlaced sneakers
one earbud in, no music playing
i wanted to reach out and touch him, walking by
dig my shoe into the leaves by his foot
make a tunnel for he & i to escape
---run from dripping branches and the crushed smell of autumn
that constricted the air above us---
but i passed the boy by
and pressed myself to a tree twenty feet from his
he dug up the dirt with busy feet
my feet itched, they twitched with his
we deepened our tunnels...
i guess you could say?
would it be right to think,
we are alone together.
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 12:32 AM UTC
he was so alone
standing under that tree in the dark
scuffling at the wet leaves with toes of unlaced sneakers
one earbud in, no music playing
i wanted to reach out and touch him, walking by
dig my shoe into the leaves by his foot
make a tunnel for he & i to escape
---run from dripping branches and the crushed smell of autumn
that constricted the air above us---
but i passed the boy by
and pressed myself to a tree twenty feet from his
he dug up the dirt with busy feet
my feet itched, they twitched with his
we deepened our tunnels...
i guess you could say?
would it be right to think,
we are alone together.
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