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
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
for an hour a year
in your silence.