sorry or please

five weeks in a prison

i made no friends. there's more time to be done

but

i've got a week to spend. i didn't pay much attention first time around

but now you're hard not to notice

right here in my town. where the stage of my old life

meets the cast of the new. tonights actors. me and you. each day is taking us closer

while drawing the curtains to close. this far

or further

i need to know. your increasingly long embraces

are they saying sorry or please?

i don't know what's happening

help me. through the streets

on the corners

there's a scent in the air. i ask you out and i lead you. i know my way around here. there's a bench i remember

and on the way there i find that the movements you're making

are mirrored in mine. and your hand is held open

intentionally

or just what i want to see?

your increasingly long embraces

are they saying sorry or please?

i don't know what's happening

help me. i don't normally beg for assistance

i rely on my own eyes to see

but right now they make no sense to me

right now you make no sense to me.