xoxo

xoxo

hey you,

who leans forward, 

on the seat's edge--

wavering, 

a sparrow 

poised to take flight. 

tell me, 

who taught you 

how to love? 

with your eyelids 

fluttering--

camera shutters

for another's gaze. 

your lips pursed, 

mouthing 

the ghosts of all 

you cannot say.

fingers searching

in your pockets, 

finding none 

of the promised 

solace--

and yet 

you smile, 

dimples biting holes 

into your 

painted cheeks.