I still trace the steps
To the night when we met...
I was standing in front of you on the porch.
You were getting ready to leave to go...
This needle, I cannot thread
With the string, that I just fed...
At times that I feel so wasted, no one knows I...
I am the empty sheet of paper nothing is on...
We were walking
along the edge...
“I’ll never understand how you do it, so...
I’ve been going to bed with my makeup on again...
There’s still a tear in the sleeve, I never...
When a man cries expressing his pain
Not able to escape, strangled in a chain...
Weeks have passed but I still wait
From morning and through the night...
I crossed a border recently
It was a conscious, careful crossing...
I still hear you-
The space that lies between my heart...
“Swallow your pride, and stay humble.”
That’s what I tell myself as I watch the rain...