Flight

You, pecking at me,
my insides crumble piece by piece.

You, sitting there,
oblivious, denying, uncaring.

Me, isolated,
shut in,
waiting.

Me, wishing I was whole,
wishing I was brave,
wishing I wasn't begging for more.

Inevitability

Like puffs of warm breath against the chill,
Like waves returning to shores,
Like the end of days,
Like death,
You were inevitable.