Dilapidation

I felt a stirring

somewhere silent and broken 

and then it was crushed by your

other’s hands.

I don’t know where their hands lay

and I don’t think I will.

I can only think of them in yours

and why would that be okay?

Let me clutch closer the things I desire,

push away the others

and place a stake in something that matters.

But what if my place is not here

but away.

from you and them 

and I 

and I 

and I

Think of nothing else but I

Hide my eyes. 

Close the wound

wet and weeping, 

that I have.