NonWhole
Nonwhole You are never going to Love me as I do you. For sunsets I have Tried to find in You those feelings That inhabit me But Came up with a Hand full of Friend-glazed Memories and Tiny chipped bits Of different times We spent alone. As if you smelled The dedication on my Breath. You stated clearly Through well-placed Hints and stern Doses of eye contact That You belong in the World of Another man. A smile upon my Face at each Glance upon the Matching seat next To mine filled With memories Of you and melancholy Webs. The whispers of others Redemptions in my left ear, The thunder of empty eyed Commuters in my right ear, And my world for one Barking in my face. I am surrounded In my solitude. Every wold resident reaching for my Hand And i am in my solitude I am partial, incomplete.
