I can sit here,
At my desk, the laptop screen my only light.
Pondering. Pondered, ponder.
So much thinking....
About so many things,
Then next to nothing at all.
I could go for a walk?
A zombie walking along side walks.
Dead eyes. Much more thinking,
Till the tree line.
Then the glistening water, catches my gaze.
My eyes follow it's reflection,
To the oak bench. It waits.
For it's next victim.
Too many memories,
Too many late nights, stolen.
That oak bench holds me captive.
Stuck in thought, paralyzed.
Or, From the burning holes in my back.
I can turn around,
And lay with my boyfriend who lays vacant on our bed.
My lips crave him, it lingers against my tongue.
Left unspoken,
His touch will help me come
Undone.