Listening

Written by: Sean L Sanders

I have climbed inside of myself,
now I know your conversation.
My voice travels from the walls
that beacon from your abandonment.

I'm hungry for the
cause that distract me from my 
Search.

I sit here quiet on my broken chair.
How can I spend my days 
running from my nights.

Feel the weight of my tears 
covered with the wake of my 
distance. I can hear your kiss.
I feel your wet touch drench with 
tomorrows sorrow. 

Feel me, touch me, look at me
to remind me I'm not alone to scare 
away the ghost of my future, to hide
from the look of my past.

I'm listening.