Like walking through a bad dream
Looking for a partner or a good friend
In an underworld where only the self exists
Purloin my love
If you must pilfer my heart at all
Inalienable after all
With a history like hours
There’s no erasing
Beguilingly so
If there’s also nothing left
To give up on
I would not have kept trying to find you
In the weeds of time
With the sunlight
Woven over strands of your hair
In a window of possibilities
Or lack thereof
© GÄ
Poétique 