Mostly I feel
That I don’t know
What I am.
Continually in the
Wrong place
saying the wrong thing
(And rather loudly at that)
But when you
Rested your head on my chest
As we stood before an open window
And gazed out across the skyline
Burning in the dwindling sunlight
I forgot about that
For a while.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 