August 13, 2014


I hear sirens 
late into the night,
wondering if they're
coming for me.
But how would they 
even know where I am,
unless they notice
when I walk by,
hearing the trouble
in my sigh?

Each siren grows loud
before fading away,
looking for someone new.
I guess they must know 
by now, there's not much
they can do,
having already been 
many times 
to my door,
they know the problem 
is really you.