I felt a stirring
somewhere silent and broken
and then it was crushed by your
I don’t know where their hands lay
and I don’t think I will.
I can only think of them in yours
and why would that be okay?
Let me clutch closer the things I desire,
push away the others
and place a stake in something that matters.
But what if my place is not here
from you and them
Think of nothing else but I
Hide my eyes.
Close the wound
wet and weeping,
that I have.