I can hear it.
Come closer,
I need the closure
that you are real;
I don't need
to watch the clock
run fearfully,
while I wait to end
my lonely hour
after hour.
I can feel it.
The voice of you
traveling highways
and building thunder
to me your love,
and know I will
be ready with
everything I hold out.
Don't forget
who you are-
my family,
moves in the dark
that mark the spot
of my chest,
where I live.
Suddenly
I can breathe,
without
the bloody
residue.
