the color grey; the fog that hangs all day;
the damp that creeps inside these walls; your hands
are pale, head hangs, eyes damp. you made these plans
to move, to grow, to own a life away
from all you knew. regret runs stronger than hope,
more dense than lead, unsettling deeper than you
express. the weight of this! keep it quiet, prove
the heart obeys the will. your mouth, your throat,
your hands bely the waning urge: don't count
the times you've gotten lost, the time you lost
to him while stuck inside this glamour, these streets.
just pack, ears wide, and listen across the hills:
love lies, love waits, love calls. here is the cost
of pride, but still: he waits for hands to meet.