Miriam Four

We can dream of empathy, sitting on a wall, listening to the sea, I catch her eyes snake, dancing on thorns, she treats me like a fake, each day of uncertainty, a protest in my calls, absence of how to feel, who wants to stake, a fear of being torn, so I wait, someone asks me, a penny for your thoughts, I say infidelity, doubts fog my days, I wonder if I'm born, hers in so many ways, we sit in the lee, wondering what's been bought, this isn’t me, another whisky call.