Emily Ruby

With your eyes, I am able to see 
My sternum pains and weakens 
Breath does not come as easy now 
The number on the clock rises, 
Then resets like it did the day before  

Again, the wheels leave parallel lines in the snow 
I go about my night, 
But check the window every now and then
Patiently waiting for the marks to be refilled with rubber 
And headlights to seep through the small crevices in my blinds  

Of course this isn’t the first time you’ve ignored my calls 
It’s not the second time either 
A familiar tune sings to me and it sounds like your voice 
I can’t tell if this embrace is blithe or if it is ominous 
My mind is often teased by the two  

Finally, the driveway loses vacancy 
Is it you?  
The good you?  
I will know once the front door swings open