Where I am From
I know of a time of goodbyes
Baked in relief and regret;
Of towers sculpted from ebony
One cannot ascend
On a dark, dark night
When spiders crawl;
Of the droning whir
The fan creaks –
Silent sound
We here in the night;
Of the received mail
Coated in drama
Born from white lies
But dew drops;
Of two princes in a bed
One asleep,
One praying,
Both dreaming;
I know of goodbyes
In relief and regret.
