The fabric of this backdrop
is wearing thin and I
can see the monster lurking
just behind, and I can
almost taste the tension
in the air - like the saltwater
scent of an ocean, drifting
miles inland of the shore.
This advertisement no longer
sustains my curiosity, and I
can barely contain my fears -
one wrong move and this
could all come tumbling down.
There is an electric edge
embedded in your mood -
and a sharpness in your actions
that I've never seen before -
I think for a moment that
I haven't been paying attention,
until everything I've seen
comes flooding back -
and I can see now that this
is a relatively new fixation -
I would go on speaking,
as if any of this matters -
and I would go on pretending,
but it was never worth my time
to wait for you -
And now I understand that
no one's listening, in the end
I'd still be talking to myself. |