I woke up, and someone was crying.
Was it you crying for me, my Love?
But I looked out an empty window
And heard a guy talk about nothing
Through a maze, chase a compass
In you, I think I see the possibility a world
Inside you, where you care for me, but then
I couldn’t see you to fathom existence
Listen to the talk in the kitchen. The afternoon
Fades again, into unresolved speech
Was it you crying for me, my Love?
About the truth of what’s happening
People speak in patterns I can’t understand
Out this code, will you magical appear, a jinn?
The guy keeps droning, the afternoon
Keeps saying nothing, except, I love you
Was it you crying for me, my Love
In your sympathy, did you try to tell me
Something?
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