A lot goes on without my physical touch.
The evidence isn’t much.
Cabinets open,
Emptiness shows a metaphor
for my lack of care.
Not for you,
but for me.
Try to find me,
you can share.
You’re all self-absorbed,
I breathe it like air.
Laying your angst on my shoulders,
but you wouldn’t dare learn
to make it any better.
Copyright Kerrious 2014 with all rights reserved.
(written in 2008)
