Sad Labels:
ambivalence
,
paradox
i don't say. i can't. the words only live inside my head.
i don't want. would never expect.
the wandering keeps me. in stiff fists and worn blades. i imagine love in the only way that i can. a kite string struggling against the wind. a single hand reaching to grasp it.
and just missing.
empty. helpless. resigned to watch. as it drifts away.
left with only the spite of circumstance. and the treason of the wind.
the thrust of when. the stab of how. the truth of if.
fallen leaves. filling her path.