Keep walking.
If I were to lie
so still one would think me dead.
Would you pass me by?
Would you move your gaze to the next?
To one awake and full of life.
I’d hold my breath,
and clench my fists,
until my head swam with visions of sea and sky.
Until my nails drew aching half moons in my palms.
Could I trick pain itself
to pass me by,
just one time?