Full Stop

Between this place and another
                  a red light hangs;
      it – the resentment,
                the pride
  opposite the green lights apology
                    unwritten
                      unspoken

pregnant with time,
    holding us hostage
                                                                                  awaiting delivery

        so we can all just move on
    get on with our lives
arrive at a destination.

Anticipation

Wait

               In shadows
the dark like water

Swimming

               Against the current
a weight to the chest holding you

Down

               Beneath the rot
where light is afraid to come

Out

               Of sight and mind
patiently waiting for the moment

When

               Will it end
or should I end it

myself