HearMe.

28

Floors expose,
spots of a darker shade of grey.
Can you hear this facade?

A mockery of things,
silent moments speak louder,
wrenches within.

Push away,
victim on the ground.
Cradling up.

Notes ring sorrow,
of being close,
of being far from a heart.

I want to know,
how to love.
You.

Here is number 28.