When She Moves

I don't speak when she takes the floor. 'Cause silence says what I feel,

more. She moves like dusk across the glass. Like every wound

is in the past. No drink, no pill, no scripted line.

Has ever worked the way she shines. With every sway she pulls the

night and makes the darkness feel like light. I've chased escape

in every form. But none of them have kept me warm. She doesn't ask,

she doesn't try. She just moves and I survive. When she moves, I don't feel

pain. Like the world forgets my name. All the weight fades in the