alone in bed again.
under your head
a pillow
cradling your dream:
scary, weary, strange
and bright over now
but still flooding
like a broken cloud
raining all day
all day long
inside & outside
your little smile.
what brought you here?
what caught you here
in between sheets
of plaster?
why can't you move?
are you no longer your own master?
why is a smile
such a strain?
does it seem strange
to be surrounded by
people you'll never get to know?
but you're the stranger;
hiding in a shadow hole,
shallow, dirty, & cold.
please, complain to me,
although I cannot,
really,
I cannot help you.
but I'll pretend
for awhile,
for your sake
a smile,
on your lips,
in your eyes,
in my eyes
together.
but not forever.
the smile
fades back
into your lips,
into your eyes,
now far away from me,
deep in the recess
of your mind.
I cannot,
will never,
see.
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