And I watch my feet watch
the cracks in the sidewalk
side steps and silent walks
to the back of the porch,
where the smoke of a cigarette
and something else scorch
all alone in a room
by myself on a porch
hear the drip drop
pelts of rain being felt
against the leaves
of the trees
sound as if she,
is inching towards me,
but I see a shadow
I see an elbow
I see legs with no hand on a knee
I see lips,
with only one set
I see a man, afraid to call himself hers
I see myself in the mirror
transparent; silent and awkward
and knowing my worth
I finish my cigarette,
I finish whatever else
will finish the job,
and sit by myself,
and watch, oh, just watch.