with baited breath
i lock my legs
keeping me grounded
to the patio
i wish to fly to you.
the orange glow
never seems to fade from
your window, in this darkness
a shadow blurs the view
that resides above.
your cousin, alert
and sure of you and of him
calls a ratio of thirteen to one
as if you didn't hear, you toss the phone
in the branches outside.
the midnight walks
ones that they hint about
are harmless, nothing more than
juvenile fun
i wait for a sign.
perhaps
where i spend my finite days
you will arrive.
YOU ARE READING
duality
Poetry❝you won't be alone.❞ comprised of broken promises that were never his fault. cover by @kinofilms
