She Knows

She Knows 

Written by Patrick B Oviedo 

March 2nd, 2015 

She knows 

Even though her days can wane with frustration and disenchantment 

Sometimes 
That bright eyed silly little girl still sings within the ennui woman she seems to be 

All I can do is breath 

She knows 
Although jaded smiles, tired stares and numbing uninspired conversations prolong 

Somehow 
Childhood fantasies, adolescent dreams and the aspirations of a brave fully realized woman persist 

All I can do is breath 

She knows 
Drear mornings, a dull pabulum table, and empty evenings sitting alone through tearful pauses 

Somewhere 
So much more waits beyond that hazy window, down the street, across the city 
In her hands soft and tethered within that rapturous creature some wounded hound longs to see 

All I can do is breath 

She knows 
I can feel her gaze on me in passing 
Her laugh makes me want to listen 

She knows 
I can live in the glimmer of that smile forever 
I’d brave one thousand years of desolation and death to feel her skin on my face 
To share a long respire 
Fingers tangled in my hair and my palms on the small of her waist pulling her on to me 

She knows 
And all I can do is breath