Once upon a time....
These are the words
I long to hear.
I saw you across
a crowed
room.
This is the story
I should
tell.
I knew
you were standing
under a street
lamp.
A creature
I once
feared.
I could feel
the blood pumping
in my ears.
I could hear
nothing
else.
My face hit
against
the piercing wind.
&
I sat there
still.
This.
This is our
story.
You.
Me.
The light reflecting
off your eyes.
As they followed
me
home.
The floods,
they're back.
The ones
I know
follow you.
I find myself
at the window
again
tonight.
Looking out,
like I
always do.
I wait here,
the smells,
the creosote
in my lungs,
the scent
of
gunpowder
in the air.
Again.
I check
the bed side
table,
& your picture
is still there.
Sneaking past them,
being sure
I don't wake
them,
in this
small space
we share.
I turn one last
time,
knowing
you can't see
me,
all the way
up here.
But
I always look
anyway,
your breath
beating
in my ears.
I climb down
the stairs,
in this close
hallway,
I feel the others
in their rooms.
Always wondering
if they can
feel me
too.
I finally reach
the bottom,
floor level,
where I know
you'll be.
Waiting,
like you always
do.
