Shred

Did you find out all my secrets?
Did they all come loose, like hair at night, whilst you dream your bad dream,
head shake, side to side, a pillow sweep,
and the hair, all falling free around your face.

Did you find that I was untrue?
Did you find my fingers inked, my smile a smudge
and my diary full of shuttered winks?

Now you won't pick up the phone,
but I don't want to talk to you anyway,
but I wan't to hear you all the same.
Nothing fits.

I am
all ready for take off, but I'm stuck on you.
My feet tarmac fixed,
my heart hurried to the sky.

I finger tap your thought,
but no sound comes from it. The cement filled shell.

You want me to worry about you, through a thick sea.

I do.