Monday, June 29, 2015


There's a window 
Where your fingers stained clear glass 

There's me 
Watching the reflection of the future 
I can't see - 

Prints staring at me 
I can't see past them 

I see you 
Watching me 

Inbox blinks empty 
My eyes a blank screen 

Every song on the radio
Is a conversation between you 
Me . 

I can't bring it back 
As the sun sets 

I can scream 
But are you listening ?