I
You who would
embrace loneliness
like a scared child
you must let it go
it does not need
your sympathy
II
Come inside
this old house
filled with empty rooms
and I will sing
your name
in a minor key
III
In this modest room
the night arrives, and I sigh
pregnant with its dreams
IV
Holding my breath
and biting my tongue
lest the fears take shape
and infect everyone
V
investigate your condition
the source of your bliss
you will find it cannot be
arranged or transferred
but you
can be its steward
VI
Snowflakes
fluttering by my window
a reminder
to never sit still
and to never
lose myself in the crowd
VII
I have a mission
what I started long ago
remains unfinished
much like this verse
VIII
For whom
am I expressing
this longing
if you won't claim it?
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