Open-mouthed and wet.
Gulping and heaving.
A suffocating realisation
That you may never possess the capacity
To differentiate my laughter from my sobs.
A puppy falls in love with a lamppost.
Forgetting it has been forcibly chained.
Accepting the cold metal indifference.
Sitting together silently in the rain.
No poem today.
Because my weak words are failing describe emotions too intense for my mind to comprehend.
I’m sure that I must be dying.
Good things happened today but I ache
Debarred from sharing them with you.
I agonize instead, reliving the awful things I wish I’d never said.
Against thin walls
In a hollow heart.
I forget how to feel real.
An expressionless reflection
Refuses to meet my gaze.