Unwilling to Run

As you sit and stare
I search my soul
the one I intend to bare
and wonder if it’s strong enough
to bear the intensity of
the two of us.

The soles of my feet
are itching to race
down the stairs
but this hole
in my heart needs
something real, so I stay.

I steel myself,
and my heart,
as its beat doubles, triples
and my head is reeling
from wanting
to be made whole.

I steal a breath
and let myself peek
into the blue
of your eyes
for only a moment,
no time to waste

The words spill out
and as my voice quivers
you’re not moving, I think,
as my pitch peaks
and I pause
hands on waist

Certain you can hear
my heart pounding
I wait, breathless,
not knowing what to do
unable to leave
unwilling to run

The weight rests heavy
and the moment
stretches long
still, you’re here
nothing owed
nothing due
You’re still here

Tori Burris Inkley
4/25/24

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