When the sun sets
Without my seeing it.
For being lost
In my own dream.
Forever going back
To recover
What can't be recovered,
Like when we walk
And talk
And I become lost
In my own streets.
I can never find
A way out
Of me.
Here's what I mean:
You came into my life
Like a storm—
An unexpected cloudburst,
Now your rain
Darkens me
And makes me think.
I used to be solitary,
Independent…
But now my arms cling.