I wanted for you to see me,
Waited with patience diluted,
A stranger’s desperate breath
Lingering in my lungs, mingling
With the smoke of too many cigarettes.
But then you did see me.
I felt it.
Then, I felt
Afraid. Ridiculous. Insufficient.
The voices of the ghosts that haunt
This house of bones and memory.
How on earth did I think I had
Anything to offer, any strength
To spare? Doubt, it seems,
Comes on black wings, once friendly.