Holding back the tears, I
collected my belongings
your belongings
My decision it was, to leave
I want you to stop me

At the door I stand
Arms folded,
out of the window, you gaze
I want you to look at me

I started to pace,
far from you
I would've stayed
*If you just stopped me once

I lie wide awake
quarter past three in the morning
the clock shows

Some serial, watches my mum
in that space of hers

In the same room as mine
sleep my brothers
Quiet, it is
For thoughts, inspirations
I wait

I thought
when finally neared me
I had fallen asleep until then
A dream it turned out to be
Now, I can't recall a thing