there's this little pinch at the end of the day,
the end of a day which includes your eyes
and arms and breadth, again.
a little reminder that tries to surface,
who are you? and where do you belong?
as if it isn't enough to be content, or comfortable,
i must also analyze where the comfort comes from.
you are, you are, you are,
something i have remembered since i was small,
the contents of a room left undisturbed for years
and a break in the beat of my heart.