I Look

I do, every day,

every moment,

I look around my room,

wherever I might be,

and I imagine you

if only your spirit,

that’s all you’ll give me,

all I really deserve.


I’m really stuck,

I feel like I cannot turn around

without discovering another fear

a moment of recall

a place of forgotten reason

all part of a larger scheme

of wondering just why it is

I might feel any entitlement

beyond the sacrifice

of love.