give me a name
to remind you of a time
before you filled every page
with a thought for every night
i see what you write
despite what you think
just know that i think
the opposite
but in the window
things were simple
watching you grow
into your mothers
old clothes
and from your window
i felt the wind blow
carrying smells from
a world i don't know
now i'm on the floor
in the space between
the desk you work
and the place you sleep
pick me up
with your hands
oh my god
put me back
in the window
there's a thimble
bury your roots
in a cold metal shell
and keep my waiting
until you need me
i'll absorb all your tears
and choke on your hair
oh my god
i would die
if you weren't here
every night
because in the window
i saw you shaking
bury your roots
in a dirt covered dream
a little longer
a little harder
because the moment you go
i'll lose my reasons
to stay
to try
