mystified by early mornings,
i rise
to the vast lonely air
visiting my room that
tickles my ear,
with her soft whispers of
“look outside”
and as i
peer out my window,
i see nothing
except-
eyes; searching for what i had wished to see.
leaving it behind,
i run-
embarrassed,
by my eagerness,
to find-
yet i feel her
caress my neck
asking me to try
calling
for you,
only for you to not reply.
but yet i follow
her
each day,
and as the sun wishes my window pane,
i only wish for you.
i ask her,
somedays,
to tell me what i
do wrong?
why you pull me outside,
only for me to be drawn
the fool?
she tells me,
“be patient,
be kind”
and i wait
only for
years to go by,
and now the wind grows impatient too.
she’s unlike me-
when she cries,
she destroys as well.
in that way
she has destroyed my will
to live.
but live i do,
for a man paralyzed,
there is little else to do.
im sorry, i could have come home to you too
Alien Snig 