He drew tears out from
my eyes today
and the threads of my jeans got dark

So I wrinkled my jeans out
in parallel

              free...

just so I avoid the force
a plunge to my face when he
felt compelled

... answers that could not be
bought to his senses
it was lost
I love him madly
yet his paw had crossed me

...and all I could do was sit
there and know better, but -

yet-

I am not a bird that can fly
out an open window
to anywhere but here.
    
© S.T. Parish Rebel of Eden