Precious Expressions

The hallway

just became

too long.

Too long

to 

get to the end.

Was it 

even possible?

It comes

when it comes.

I need peace.

I need my 

ending so 

that I 

can have

the beginning

I need.

When

the coma 

lifts and

the clouds

that have

been

binding

my arms

set me free.

When the 

Sun

is no longer

filtered

by glass

and steel.

My words

will be

mine

and no 

longer yours.

The air 

is pure,

as you realize

the invitation

was never lost.

I just  never 

sent it.

These words

will never

be shared.

Never again. 

These words

These 

precious

expressions 

are mine.