She says
“You seem defeated lately.”
And primarily,
the only response to offer
Is a lift of the chin,
feeling caught.
Quietly..
“What?”
A placeholder,
Time to chew,
Surprise.
Again,
“ You seem defeated lately.”
Eyes are gentle around the edges.
Calm.
Weight shifts back
in reflection
Blood pauses at hips
In contemplation;
And thats when
Struggle meets realization:
Steps out of the dark
Mornings
it has wanted to
Lay in forever.
Begins to fold
The unwashed laundry
On the bed.
Tries to tidy the creases.
And realizes,
It has
been seen.