#175 - fellow feeling

25.6.20

175

fellow feeling

in my dream

the names different
all except my own

slippers on the wrong feet

say it clearly

they have trouble to hear

time is alive there

wink for the pain we cannot know

who would have thought

such a family resemblance?

anyone can see

assume they know the story

all of these people can name themselves

out of the secret kept

even if the words are gone

each quiet with the past

and it is joy to be born beyond

worried I’ll forget

but everyone goes to forever

outdoor kind of café

and when you come back

I can’t remember how

to have them know you                    

think I was the baby passed around

precious because of the lost

my story

they believe

look for me to join the dots

you must have dreamt me here

don’t say

I know

I smell the cake will come  

and they can tell from my face

a drum for the top

and what cream!

never be lonely again

I wake with the word on my lips