You visit me at work.
I kiss you hello without
My workwear staining your

Outfit. You put on hardhat
And steel tipped boots
And follow through

Corridors of neatly demolished
Offices prepared for
Rebuilding.

This is my life during the
Everydays. These rough walls
Are my home away from our

Homes. Now you have a face
To the name of my Work.
I think of us. How

Demolition hurts. How
The clean up is hard, ***** labour.
We have a few ghosts left from

Previous days. Here, take gloves
And a shovel. I'll help you carry.
Then I'll help you rebuild.

It's hard to understand,
Where exactly we stand,
Feel the ground beneath... shaking,
Somewhere, something... breaking,
It has happened in the past,
Before you were around,
It's happening again,
With a louder, deafening sound
Do you feel it?
Does it scare you?
Let's talk,
Let me prepare you

There's so much you hide
Behind that opaque mask
But for the sake of love, dear,
I do not ask.

The vagabond needed a place to rest,
Let it find some comfort,
*Don't become home

I kept holding on; I was afraid of losing you
I'm letting go now; I'm afraid of losing me.

Scarcely daring to breathe
this was a travesty
undoing the very concept
of being alive
i am made up of
nerves
muscles
skin and bones
And that's not enough
i yearn to be a vessel of
metaphors
love songs
beauty
i want to be a poem
i want to be read
i want to be embraced
but as i fold myself into elbows and knees,
the fears i feel
i'd rather give a miss.
heart palpitating.
afraid.

( FAH )