
The weight of the stares towering over my body is crushing all hope within.
The clock on the wall is wearing me down, bruising my patience paper-thin.
As the loneliness sets into my muscles, my lids are opened by a sound.
I stare into the darkness of the room. I let out a sigh and let my heart pound.
I see him there, serious as ever, empty pockets and expensive shoes.
For a second the mask slips and he grins, on his chin a pale round bruise.
One step in my direction, then two, now we’re only moments apart.
I blink and he’s gone, the weight is pulling me down with all force…
But it’s alright, we’re no longer back at the start.
-JW