i hear him move
i want nothing of it
to take myself away is the only ache
a small square room
a bed
a table
a window
not to see or remind or ache for out there
but to know and to feel
the world exists
as I go on
i hear him move
i want nothing of it
to take myself away is the only ache
a small square room
a bed
a table
a window
not to see or remind or ache for out there
but to know and to feel
the world exists
as I go on