Wasted

If you close your eyes

am I no longer sitting before you

Can you wish me away

with these words you have heard before

stifling yawn after yawn 

like the wide open, endless yawn of time
wasted...

What good is trying to heal 

Continually ripping the bandage from the wound

too soon

As my silences lengthen

your eyelids flutter

the monotony of our conversations

growing as tiresome

as I am weary

Is this how you leave

or is this how I am leaving

Giving up on both of us 

before you can say goodbye

Angela Minard 2016©