LOST ANGEL

its the capture of those words on the wall
the look you place on
  surroundings
in the knowledge that one more sound
a voice heard from the back
where the water runs
will send us over the edge of this
           oblivious void
where we both sit in solitude

rain against the window
winter crawls against our bodies
craziness climbs up and places itself next to us
but we look away

I’m sick of love words
snatches of phrases overheard

are you tired yet with your sore back?

close my eyes for a second
more people have come to do the same as the people already here

I’m now  bored of this
conversation with myself

glaring car headlights mark our place at this table