Someone is on my mind.
It's an unspoken weight I carry but still I will follow, not knowing where they will take me.
It's an uncertainty I'm certain in taking.
I miss the uncertain certainty of a new city, a fresh start to recreate a new side of me.
You're always in the back of my mind.
Running away is my safety but I know if I look back no one will chase me.
I'm still waiting for that call, that knock on my front door.
It's been a few years and I'm still climbing fences an walking into a home filled with the absence of you.
I'm still running to you even though you'd never take a step in my direction.
YOU ARE READING
When I can't breathe
PoetryMy poetry is an escape. Others may find meaning and define my poetry in their own way. There will also be spanish translations. (También hay una traducción al español para algunos de mis poemas gracias a Damian Laurent)
