you tell me about your day,
you call yourself a crybaby and sigh,
you tell me about being reprimanded and how
you feel about being called out and
you look at me with those eyes
that tell me what I've been
wondering - that I'm not
as available as you
need from me -
that you and everyone
see me as intensely being
available and unavailable -
of being here for you with a shoulder
of being with you for every broken light and
every pain and every day where you just want to die -
of shrugging and keeping my shoulders around
my head
my eyes being grey while you try to tell me
what you want me to hear while I'm there but
my mind has shut down because I've
checked out and decided to fly away
while sitting beside you on
the wall in the quad or in the passenger
seat of your Ford Taurus -
I'm not sad or distraught about riding away
with my emotions to a different place while I
sit next to you silent -
though your tears and dejected sigh tell me that
I've messed up,
I wipe your tears,
you tell me about your day..
