Where do you go
when your gaze is fixed
on the junction of the crown molding
in the corner of your bedroom?
I watch your eyes, glazed with
labyrinthine pessimism
darting back and forth, navigating
a universe tucked away in a cupboard,
as you try to conquer the monsters in your
never-ending mental maze.
I used to think you were
admiring the stars,
but now I
turn to them
and beg them to let me follow you
and bring you safe back
home.