::09:17:08::

::: Alone :::

Alone.
It's pointless to send him poetry
He reads to read
She writes to change
and he traces outlines of her insides
into rhyme books of misunderstanding

Conversational anticipations
welcomed by voicemail
generic.
bullshyt.
greeting.

She carries telepathic embrace to text message
and waits by empty inbox

Check.
Phone?
On.

Seems he's bitten off more than he can chew
And she'd like to pull teeth sometimes
Strap ziplock baggie to sound wave
and watch him swim
The most effective motivational tool.

She is no vessel
No thruway
No bridge

She is destination.
Open arms.
She is home.

And he---
Nowhere to be found.
Out of reach.
Oil slipping through fingers.
Frustration.

She,
alone.

Written by: ~ Simone Carlene