Nursing a head full of questions.
Things left voiceless and unsaid.
Thoughts running errant,
and cracked promises half made.

In my already bloated baggage,
I take in an extra load.
A tourist in a familiar place
stranded by the side of the road.

Should’ve noticed the clues...
Should’ve read the signs along the way...
Now I stand in the middle to nowhere,
reliving yesterday, today.

My digits tremble
as ink falls to paper
Drip...
Drip...
I know you’re listening


My eyes blur
as tears fall to smudge
Blink...
Blink...
I know you’re watching


My insides crumble
as these words are written
Creak...
Crash...
Because I know you’re reading

I’m counting the seconds;
For every one that passes
is a fragment of the future
which I have claimed
and committed to the past.

I’m counting the hours;
For with every chime on the hour,
I celebrate quietly that I still
live and breathe.

I’m counting the days;
For with every rise,
and every set,
takes me farther from
where I had been.

I’m now counting all the times
I’ve told myself that and scoffed.