SAY SOMETHING

Like a glass ceiling
I bump my head
Against your resistance
Obstinate yet inviting
I forge ahead again
Steadily piercing
The invisible layer
That hides the trick mirror
Behind your eyes

Say something…

The weight of the wind
That stirred you to sleep
Was the same breeze that
Made you turn around
Is the same wind I exhale
After inhaling
What makes you you
It’s what I exude
It’s why you dream
While awake
When thinking of me

Say something…

Did you ever love me
Or
Did you just…
Love the way
I loved you

Say something…

I haven’t been called
Beautiful
in so long…

Where are you?

© Ericka Arthur and authenticitee, 2015
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