Do you think you know me?
Do you feel that I know you?
As complete as we are together
and as badly as I want you
I don’t think you understand the
fear I hold inside. It’s that
of a little girl who sees into her
future and can smell the pain
gathered there. Or that of
a small bird who knows of the
approaching winter, but has no place
to go for shelter.
The nostalgia grasp from my
bowels draws me inside out
And there I am, skinless
in the winter frost.