So
it is true
no one is coming
for me
after all.
The only thing
then
is to lay fresh sheets
across my son’s bed
and piece the bits
of the wish
still forming
at the back of my throat
into a nest
for him.
Gather. Discover. Cultivate.
So
it is true
no one is coming
for me
after all.
The only thing
then
is to lay fresh sheets
across my son’s bed
and piece the bits
of the wish
still forming
at the back of my throat
into a nest
for him.