bodies wandering in space,
feet searching for earth,
(she supports without effort: take note, dear one!)
hearts aching to speak:
“what to do?
how to be?
Do you hear me??”
No answers needed
when presence breathes.
In…
Out…
…In….
…Out…
…a gap in time,
fullness held…
Emptiness is listening.
I am just a decoy for love.