I have now gotten rid of mostly
every word I thought for you last year.
now they burn in my head among
blurred, naive memories
now they are ashes sprinkled
so far into the woods
the wind won't find them,
we won't see them again.
You come to me in a dream tentatively
because you know, being tired,
I'm likely to scream. Because you know,
being angry, I'm likely to forget.
Your smile touches the skin on my chest
I have been waiting outside in the cold for so long,
I want to use the time I have left
to finally learn you.