Sunset on a grated balcony. Cigarette between your teeth.
We sit in silence, because I never know what to say to you.
Your legs up and boots resting against the balcony rail.
Leaning back against the cinderblock wall, silent too.
Hands in pockets in the afternoon, a walk in the woods.
Thoughts abound in silence while breath freezes in air.
My hands are frozen through my pockets. You wear gloves.
Still silence. Still silence. Always silence when we are together.
Morning breeze that holds your hair intertwined with its fingers.
It holds your shoulders. You walk through the road’s gutter.
Dewdrops as pearls dripped throughout your hair like stones.
I look at you, you look ahead. Our gazes do not meet each other.
The days are weeks are months are years are decades.
And even now, these years on, I still find nothing to say.
Your skin has wrinkled and your hair has greyed.
Now I’m standing still while you walk away.
did you know i was there
you never looked at me
was i real to you the way you were real to me
do i fade away to you how you fade away to me
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