A distant wall
I try talking to it. A week passes. The home no longer stands.
I tap. I wait. I leave. I walk
Through the cool evening. I walk so slowly the people don’t realise I’m passing by
I was alone and happy
I am not alone now so sad
I think of you but hate the surface talk
I wonder which of our steps made us slip in to the depths of the lake
I wonder what changed when I saw you wet
When I heard your lone voice without it drowning through the noise of others
We could leave the kids to squabble and learn how to interact with each other
We could scream into the night
We could sit in silence
We could dry each other off slowly
... Or we could jump back in to the lake
- Sleeps
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