
I hear my voice. It calls your name, with love it pleads, “Come home.”
A distance sob, a memory, a face I’ve never known.
Body thrashed, I jolt awake, a hazy truth unfurled.
Your home and mine are not the same, not in the waking world.
The Calm-The Storm-The Residual Rage
I hear my voice. It calls your name, with love it pleads, “Come home.”
A distance sob, a memory, a face I’ve never known.
Body thrashed, I jolt awake, a hazy truth unfurled.
Your home and mine are not the same, not in the waking world.