restless limbs, thrashing
wordless lips, mourning
I call out
you come
but can you save me?
I am lost
you come
but can you be a shelter?
My home resides with you
but things are so transparent
as clear as the glass
from which it is built
she says
next year, you will look at this and say
this is how it all started
but I say
how can I be sure
of the future
when I have not yet conquered
my past