Two's A Crowd

Without my notice,
your way steals into my being
and crowds out the sense of me
that I hang onto, so tenuously.

What padlock do you turn
without my seeing it?

What words do you utter
without my hearing them?

Why do I let you come in so far
and leave myself so far behind?

Leave me, for I cannot house the two of us

2010 Copyright Audrey Howitt


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