she comes back smelling of a different city
cold, sickly sweet aftermath of a harsh evening
i do not mind.
i do not understand anything
but i can sense the sickness she carries
through everyday disasters
sitting on the bathroom floor
pulled into the folds of herself
crying through breathing exercises
tender days when she does not eat anything
but fills my bowl
and lies with me
for hours
flowers sharing my name
wilted on the windowsill
i wonder who will care for her
when i share their fate
i can do nothing about this
but i am here
sometimes
we are worlds away
our time intersects
briefly
we greet
and part
but
right now,
she is Home
right now,
i am Home
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 6:45 PM UTC
she comes back smelling of a different city
cold, sickly sweet aftermath of a harsh evening
i do not mind.
i do not understand anything
but i can sense the sickness she carries
through everyday disasters
sitting on the bathroom floor
pulled into the folds of herself
crying through breathing exercises
tender days when she does not eat anything
but fills my bowl
and lies with me
for hours
flowers sharing my name
wilted on the windowsill
i wonder who will care for her
when i share their fate
i can do nothing about this
but i am here
sometimes
we are worlds away
our time intersects
briefly
we greet
and part
but
right now,
she is Home
right now,
i am Home
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