Sounds of huffs
Sounds of huffs of air from animals
of my same species saturate my den,
Clouding my judgment
Steps from the back hallway rush me to reality.
Buttons I press to conceal the truth
Hidden in the night.
Check your bags at the door
Is flight attendant on my resume?
Look hard.
I tire carrying your baggage
From broken relationships and abuses
That cloud your judgment
And cause snowballs that kill skiers.
If you’re not afraid, you are alone
And I don’t want you to ever feel alone,
You’ve told no one else but me, and for some reason
I said I would tell no one else, but I will have to lie
Unless you are honest; don’t want you to slide.
I love you, and I know that wasn’t love and never will be.
Do you know what love is? Do you? I’m still not sure if I do.