In the midst of the journey
to your own soul
you forgot about the birds
in the middle of winter.
Tell me to wake up
when I don’t see the ugliness
in others
it’s your major fucking flaw
he says
yet this is what I love the most
about you.
All the things
I’ve wanted to hear
you tell me now
as I babysit the old
never the right time to love me
you break me apart
year after year
with alliterations and similes
to soothe my aches.
Get out of bed and love me
he continues his monologue
I whisper
come here and love me
I need it more
but he can’t hear me.