Playlist: Depressed

Song 10: The Fool by Lee Ann Womack

Hands

Let it go. Let her go. I have my hands out, waiting to pull you into a safe protected space. Can you take that? Can you accept it? Long slender fingers. Dancing with him wearing the mask of another girl’s face. When you close your eyes do you imagine her face during our kisses? Cracked and splintered glass. Breaking windows. Palm to palm, rotating, your eyes looking past me. Could I pull on your skin? Become you to become what he needs? Glass on dark polished wood. Twisted sheets. Facing away from me. Hands grabbing hands. Hands slipping through hands.