Untitled by Bri Van Reenen

untitled by Bri Van Reenen

i’m walking on a sidewalk

thinking of a friend

i’m sitting with a group

imagining its end

i’m talking all about him

hoping we will pretend 

while she’s driving down a street

shuffling through tunes

she’s talking at here family

not knowing what to do

as she thinks there in her bed

about no one else but you

i hope to cross her mind

and sometimes i do

but every wishful thought ends up

tainted with you

she utters my name

and fears she’s exposed

i hear that one word

and pray that she knows

perhaps i am unheard

or there’s just no more room

because all that she ever hears

are the whispers from you

the signs on the road

signatures on a page

places you won’t go

the words you’ll never say

things she’s afraid to feel

because all you see

is that she’s gay.