Then He Walks Away

Then He Walks Away

Then He Walks Away

Then He Walks Away

he stops to speak to me,
and were it not for the glass
between us,
we would understand

and I think he’s happy,
he could be hungry
or just a day away
from breaking down.

so I look for the hinges
but there are none,
we are stuck in our space
I try to explain but he can’t hear

~then he walks away~

Posted by jason in Poetry