Hair moves slowly through loving touch
Quiet whispers
As fingers move in their own words
Care
Not a word said
Nothing understood
The clamor too loud
For a single moment
Listen
Running to the end
Of everything
Followed by the magnitude
Of just one day
Chase
Alone and distant
Lost amid the the plush of conformity
Vacant grey
Offer the color's that she too holds
Sit
Forever moving forward
Perpetually pulled backward
Plaguing weariness
That has not a word to describe the feeling
Stay
