i observe you
my village boy
whose house i have invaded
ever since you found me in your barn
three moons ago
as you sleep
i blink
i wipe away the excess dust
that has fallen on your eyelash
from the attic’s window
crickets sing a lullaby for children
the past returns, a gut-churning call
i suddenly miss
who i was
yesterday
it was easier
when i didn’t have a soul
you are risking your life for me
i want to do the same
as i look at you up close
closer
i kiss your forehead
i whisper
good night
i love you
and i worry
about what the next birth
may bring
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