3:33

Leaves spill

In crowds of three

Am I waiting for them

Or are they waiting for me

Crowds fall

In shades of grey

Am I blind

Just a fool

Or does this vary

Day to day

My heart

Burning there

Split straight into two.

Half of it is his

The other

Remains with you.

Am I scared of what’s inside me?

Or is what’s out’s outside I fear?

Crickets

Soft hums

Slowly bang

Electric drums

Sadly, that noise

Sheepishly dissolved

I’m left in my own head now

With these feelings unresolved.