walk my way

BY: Shelbi Henny

cutting through the 
thick smoke 
that produces sheets 
of disbelief
running into the 
existence
of ghost 
analogy 
foreign to vehicles
that pause 
with engines running 
parked and yet mute
still 
directing me to
pulse 
in relentless need
to jump and crash
though it seems
indignant
to collect dates
that move further
and further away
a lonely partnership
that gaps 
in spectacular 
parts we play
seeing shades in plain
meditation 
undoubtable
that this has lead me 
to lose my empathy 
driving me over cliffs 
listening to the same 
music 
trying to configure 
why i'm drawn to the 
same tune
when deaf 
I feel I forgot how 
to communicate in 
broad daylight 
I know for sure 
that I am not the 
same 
wanting to speak 
but hating to talk
needing to explain
yet incomparable to 
say
desiring to drive
because pain is 
walking 
the same