Pomegranate Seeds at Modnight

VII

Shadows

They trail behind you, 

whistling along to a song that's playing in your head

on 

r e p e a t

They take a long drag of a cigarette of words, 

letting the smoke drip down their lips 

and 

waltz around the air 

that surrounds you

Tears bead up in their eyes but never fall, 

they hold the 

s e c r e t s 

and words that you force down into your throat

Never letting your true emotions show