Drifters

My worries form words and phrases that encapsulate a torrent of emotions
Not wanting to get swept away, I share with you...

Dead eyes greet me in return
As your ears repel my cries for help

I find this moment very disheartening
Because in ten minutes, you will inhale deeply;
Ball your fists, and scream at me...

Scream at me, all that I attempted to confide in you...reiterate my torment
As your tone accuses me of not listening

And then, walk away feeling justified in the unresolve we BOTH share,

share alone...