Coward
Daniel Willard
It's dewy out
I remember it now
Watched you step into the prints I left
The campground
Both of us were quiet
Making shapes with our mouthes
It's belittling, still
To fake-belong to anyone
Facing lace
Our friends are mostly yours now
I'm finding space in both of your hands to camp out
Should I stay awake to watch you walk out?
Covered both my eyes under my shirt
And cowered like I always do