where to go when
the whole world is tired
and sad, and tired of being sad,
when everyplace is tinged grey
and waiting
for maybe sunshine or love?
where to go when mirrors
reflect silence and passivity,
and you must possess
strength and voice
for all the women who do not?
where to go when the premise is supplied,
the conclusion stares you in the face,
and there is nothing in between?
where is comfort found
when the world begins to taste metallic,
when restlessness is easier than stagnance?
the next town over is unknown,
and so is the other side of the world;
the arms of a lover is known,
but you are reluctant to rely on sex.
baby you are not so alone as once you were,
and should not hesitate to come home.