2:26
in response to lines by Chelsea Wardlaw
the things i could do
were only
vision,
division,
indecision.
i could
only watch
your fingers
which seemed to say
that everything would be
‘ok’
as you looked into the sun
and hummed that tune
you always sing
and the scent of smoke
trailing off your fingers
lingered long after you left
you are always going
and i am caught yawning
looking the wrong way
or not knowing which words
are the ones i should say
to give you
what i couldn’t
- Troy Urquhart
