you

Speak,
Usually so far removed,
but today only a hair's breadth away.

Nervous, twitchy
articulate,
funny

tortured.

I try to connect
use my focus, my energy
but you will not look.

Are you afraid?

Do you connect with anyone?

Or scan over as you make your point.

You turn within yourself and I find myself praying that you will settle, relax,
be at peace.

God,

why am I always drawn to the ones with broken wings?