Kiss me on the forehead, it comforts
the restless nomad in me.
I am one who lives nowhere,
neither in you nor this world.
I exist within myself;
                             the beauty of myself.

I knew this wouldn’t be different and yet
I chose to know without wanting to
                                                     know I know,
and that type of logic is the exact
logic,
that disappoints me day
                                        after day.

You walk away from me
                                          slowly,
and I beg of you to run.
I am in this for the long haul
but I can’t sprint for ****,
you know that much to be true.

I’ve crossed miles upon miles
of deserts for  
                    you,
Deserts as barren as my heart
without
            you.
Don't you see, how much
you feature in me?

© Sia Jane