today has been a week.
the space is an open wound.
cover me up.
i can't stop this bleeding
over you.
climb over all of the mountains,
but who is waiting for you
on the other side?
i don't think i am strong enough
to stand the height with no certainty.
you tuck me in but don't kiss me goodnight.
i lay on your sorries and
they lull me to sleep.
wake me up with tea and honey.
honey, sugar, baby, won't you please sit?
the garden is growing in my backyard,
won't you please sit with me?
we can sit so still and so softly,
maybe see the hyacinth bloom.
who do you have waiting for you?
left me with the dregs of today.
our mournings are past the mountains.
my eyes cannot reach yours.
there is no home
if not in your arms.
the space slips between
and i'm surrounded by winter.
a season lasting all year.