#401-Desire
05/09/2018
Impenetrable,
Made of stone,
But there’s a door.
Silent,
Unfeeling,
Unreceptive.
But I’ll knock anyway.
Who knows?
I’ll wait,
Right here,
Night and day.
One day you’ll come out.
I’ll see your eyes,
And you.
Until then,
I’ll sleep outside,
Right here,
At home.
