we drift doorstep to doorstep

Are you a memory or the sweat beneath my eyebrows

or the distortion of language in these memories?

I couldn't say the words like you

a repetition in anger and not in devotion

and I couldn't find comfort in sleep

where you visit me as a ghost

migratory animal

Are you looking for a home?

is there anything salvageable from your old nests

If I had found you, I would have held your heart

on my palm

my voice would have been the breeze above your dreams

have you found your home yet

far beyond the horizon where the mountains meet the sea

These days, I am nowhere to be found

migratory animal

have you found me yet

I cannot glue myself together

much longer

come

find me