‘Maybe you should take a nap’
hoping it will confine your sadness
to just one room of the house
or how with your sleep
we find temporary peace.
You wonder how
I can spend so long
lying in the bath.
It’s the only door with a lock on.
Sometimes it’s my only escape.
If rooms had porous walls,
like a sponge
I’d beg them to soak up all your melancholy,
let it trickle out to the ground
and water seeds
who will blossom in its memory.
If it were mine,
I would give the sun to watch you glow,
because I’d rather live in darkness
my whole life
if it would just keep you warm.