karen bagley
listener and occasional talker. lover of words, in all their simplicity and complexity.
breathe
i look into her eyes
and
i can’t breathe
sometimes
air too confined
in that small space in my chest
a torrent of unrest
unleashed within by twin pools of
ocean green
days like today
catch me off guard
somehow i didn’t think
it would be this hard
to sit here and talk about
nothing at all
and yet i’ve become
undone
because instead of talking
all i can see is
the way that
she doesn’t look at me
the same way that
i look at her:
with wishing and wanting and
more
and yet i live in reality
at least for today
the one that tells me
me to back away
to inhale deep and fill my lungs
before i die of suffocation