I return to my lonely cage.
I don’t have him.
I don’t think I ever did.
A dream I nourished with longing,
mistaking hunger for a hand.
I don’t know if my lips ever touched truth,
or if we were only saying
what felt good to believe.
The warmth is gone now,
leaving only its outline
and the shame of still reaching.
I keep wondering who will bind his heart,
and what she will bring
that I could not.
