The weight of the world smothers you
Like a wet wool blanket
On tired bones.
And you lie there as still as death.
Your eyes; dusted in grime
Follow my reflection along the ground
As my footsteps silence the sound
Of a town laid on its side before you.
A red umbrella flicks to the side
To hide you from a pigtailed child,
While a balding builder wipes pie grease
From his mouth.
I step into your space and listen.
And like a shell pressed upon my ear
All I can hear is the sea and my heart
Beating. Beating because
I’m afraid of you.
I’m afraid if I don’t shake you
Who will wake you?
But I won’t shake you
For fear of hearing you rattle
Like a bag of bones.
I find your cup, drop a coin and say
‘Sorry man.’ Just like the last time
And I wonder,
When the first freeze frosts the leaves
Will you see sparkles
When I see dust.