What does it mean for you to live in me like this
And turn me to words like
Longing
Desolated
Bereft?What could it mean that you walked out of my life
Without any means to find you?I would stand by windows, by doors,
I would swim oceans at full turbulence,
For the chance to see you again.
How, then, did I let you go?But how did you know to enter as you did,
The questions to ask
The silence to practice
The look to possess?Are these questions too much to ask
Here where I remain with you?2002