Just Like Your Sorrow
You are breaking, and I watch.
your window beckons in the night
like a crooked finger
and I heed the signs apparent
just like any day
you say you want inner solitude
but friends listen between
all the lines and words spilled
just like old magic
your eyes are hollow black pools
that could drown me
with ease and thrust and swiftness
just like lions hunting
you don't accept hugs or warmth
because it's all noise
that doesn't filter through at all
just like radio static
your loss has carved you bleak
and smoothed your edges
till you're just a rock stormbound
just like wrecked ships
your window is just a place
I used to know
and now I am sinking fast
just like doomed love
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Jillian Spiridon
just another writer with too many cats
twitter: @jillianspiridon
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