MEDIUM


I met you out of circumstance.
You don't know that sometimes I lie beneath my sheets
and think about the way your hair is pulled tightly behind
your ears into a bun
like a bag of rocks
being held by it's knot
and carried by a little boy
that tramples and plays
inside the bank of a river,
turbulant.

You also don't know
that I know you try too hard,
With your clunky shoes beating the ground
loudly.
Your cry to the world.
Your a loner.

I don't want to say your shy,
but more connected.
like you have things to think but not say.

And someday,
when I've had my chocolate cake
I'll tell you to come sit by me
during class.
And when you do,
you'll know
your shoes cannot save you.

Copyright Chase Adams 2006