worn

creases of the eyes, creases of the mind

silence in-between the over used words coming out of the tired mouth

moving of the bones, and the tight of the skin

pulling back, and holding a little too tight

uneasiness of the stares and the unexplainable wordless words

less of a strain when it comes to the end of the night

and more of a strain when it becomes the morning

in the motionless moves, in the movement of oneself

is when it becomes understandable

for you and I