You update me from far away
my window pane is pounded
with a flash of hot rain.
What was that I wished on the star for?
I wanted you to call me back
to tell me what you wanted.
I hope this doesn’t shut off,
that I don’t blink out of existence, for you.
I’ve been waiting since our last
Indian Summer. Held up like a prisoner
pushing myself more morphine.
Dulling the pain with casual smiles
and imaginary stabs in her back.
Hear a few scratches outside the door?
Wonder for a moment if there will be more…
It’s sweet to think of a couple
kissing on a sidewalk
eating to contentment
sliding down their spirits…
Until you consider:
that was my wish
and those aren’t my eyes
staring back at you.
