the night air is warm but I
can still see my breath in the air

maybe there are stars
hidden by a shawl of clouds
the dark sky reminds me of
his pupils and the black way
they look past me when his lips lie

the night air can't harm you but I
can still imagine things waiting there

I can admire every facet of you
but you take so much away unknowingly
more than you will ever know
and leaving me only with uncertainty

the night air can't warn you if I
was camouflaged by your shadow

Sometimes, still wondering what
they think I put my life on canvas
and leave it for them to argue about
and they fight like dogs over
my soul made tangible

the night air cannot speak but I
can hear something, unseen, calling

I wrote down a way for them
to look into me and assess the
person they had begun to know
and they didn't care.