while you were sleeping,
i was years away…

… trapped,

as you would say –
contained within my pre-assembled tomb of ambiguity.
but there is where i find –
i,
my – me…

and while you walk in circles
around my truth,
expecting walls of nonchalance to crumble,
i smile –
free of your contagious animosity…

how simply –
archaic!
your words,
so fervent in their request to be my savior –
however,
your eyes do not invite –

and your clenched fists can never hold these trembling hands…