It isn’t You.
I want to be
left alone.
No sound but
my own breath,
No touch but
my own hands
holding the sides of
my vibrating head.
I don’t want to speak,
to reassure or sympathize
or solve.
I don’t want to move
to fold, sweep or rearrange.
I just want to stop
for another minute
another hour
or really?
Several.
I don’t want to
explain.
I just want to
be quiet
Just quiet
Just me
