The electric fan hums in the open window
and the hot day slowly unwinds into the hot night.
It is earliest morning.
You want me
and you don’t want me.
How can you have it both ways,
is and is not,
do and do not?
What vows are these?
trying to unwind this tight and knotted contradiction.
As weeks since we parted become months since we parted
and you grow more frantic.
Your voice is like a shade, a weakened and darkened whisper,
tones hollowed of belief . . . in what?
If I could lead you from your illusions and allusions
and into my arms
but its hot tonight
and I can’t sleep after speaking with you.
Weary by Robert Allen Mahaney is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 3.0 Unported License.