The bottle hits the wall.
He laughs
And it sounds like crystals
Clear as the shards
Playing at my feet
I itch to throw
Another bottle or
Break another window
Anything to keep him.
I fear the dusk when he'll leave me
I know I'll see him again
But I'm afraid
He won't be there.
He looks at me
He looks right through me
I am naked
He touches me
He lets me go
I am empty.
My fist hits something
I can't remember what.
He takes my hand
And for the first time
I feel.
It makes me warm
When he looks at me
Like he loves me,
Because he does
And not just because
I give him something to do.