Sitting, mind wanders, ponders. The first and last time I’ve felt like this, & this will surely be for-never. Strange how you crept in unnoticed through a lobby full of people, stranger still how you’ve somehow managed to obtain what was never yours to begin with. I’m expelling emotion in unfamiliar verbal strings, reciprocation must follow. Broken, still waiting to exhale, to feel.
The twists and curves of this never-could-be have taken my ability to breathe, to think freely and I’m as uncomfortable as I’d imagine one would be laying on a bed of snails. Sunsets seem to come and go- months must be passing yet I’ve no perception of time. And still, not a word. My thoughts raging to and fro, to and fro, a seesaw of possibility vs. reality.
You’ve taken every inch of my being, planted your flag and sprinted away like a theif in the night. I remain captive, waiting on a change in the direction of wind. I need a sign to validate my feeling, something to allow me to exhale.
My chest hurts from all that it is withholding. Something has to give.
