Wall Watching

Wall Watching
By, Jess Dickson


You don’t think I see- but I do
I see the way you run, always in motion
Trying to escape yourself
I see the layers you paint upon your face
Masking the failings of body and mind

You don’t think I hear- but I do
I hear the words you whisper in the dark
And quiet breaths of surrender as sleep covers you
The veiled laughter that tumbles from your lips

You don’t think I know- but I do
I know the secrets you hide in the basement of your soul
Beneath boxes of photos you’d rather forget
I know the way your body curls against itself
Holding together the pieces that remain

You don’t think I see
Don’t think I know
But I do