Enough

I think I’ve had enough
Until you call to me from across whatever state line you’ve crossed
And then I realize that I haven’t
Your voice, haunts me like a song I love
Drawing me ever closer to the rocks
Eyes green, blue or gray, whatever they are today
Dancing like you’re going to get away with something
Maybe you will or maybe you have
I haven’t kept track of the score
The masks that hang on your wall and the one behind which you crawl
whenever you’re about to feel something are timeless
Your hands though,
The ones that anchor me to you
The ones that scroll through Facebook while I sit across from you
and wonder what I’m doing here