You’re feeling misunderstood.
Broken veins dancing underneath your eyes.
Unknown faces sleeping under your windowsill.
Hands stretched out to embrace the person they think you are.
I love you. I don’t see you. I miss you. I don’t know who you are.
Silently you decide to close your lips, your heart and the window.
Back to bed, back to restlessness, back to a sleep you’ll never find.