Pretending

It lingers, the sound of footsteps behind;

You check over your shoulder when you’re all alone—

It may be hope or the result of trembling nights,

Fear you never knew you were capable of having.

Long walks, wandering eyes—

Trying to get the words just right.

Forced smiles, hollow cheeks—

Talking to yourself but managing to stay afloat.

Words spoke but never meant;

Words sincere but never heard,

Torn to pieces and built back again.

Eyes empty, ready to fall apart;

Voice breaking, silent tears—

The only hint of what's inside.

DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com