Thinking Of Them Poem by Michael William

on this night
she is not thinking of you
the way she promised
she would
everytime she saw the ocean
somewhere you fell
just short of love
and as the waves reach for her
like thousands of tiny tongues
you sit
in a dark wooden room
drinking coffee
a silence falling from your mind
like a wave retreating
the way a woman’s hand
once slipped from yours
at the train station

outside the crows gather
around the broken neck of
a bird skeleton
outside the rats float safely
through the sewers
outside a full moon hangs
like a heart beating

and you realize you’re not thinking of her
the way you promised you would
everytime you saw the moon

you are thinking of them
and where they might be flying to
in the silence of this night