A N T H E M

iv. sidewalks

I.

footsteps

i cant concentrate

with the sound of our silence

ringing in my ears

II.

i dig my nails into my palm

i should say something

shouldn/t i?

but i am too nervous

and my palm hurts

III.

we drift closer together

and farther apart

like waves

not the swell of the tide

but gentle sound

two sine curves

light waves the color of your eyes

the color of the sea

IV.

i am a quiet person

but i've never been at a loss for words

when i needed them

until i met you.