How many times have I waited
here at this spot
playing with the links in the chain
spinning it around
pulling it through the poles,
seeing how much I can pull to me.
Silently you kiss me
your breathe tastes of smoke and beer.
Can you really see the air?
You could be looking at nothing
but air.
This silence
this wondering
I fear the pain you are causing yourself.
How many times I’ve wanted to leave
let you come to this spot
like you do each day
and wait
for an hour a year
in your silence.
Smyon-Pa 