She Knows
Written by Patrick B Oviedo
March 2nd, 2015
She knows
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