lonely tower

Date: 1/26/2020

I see you’ve come to stay– how long I do not know. Feel free to take my room and sleep, to the second floor I’ll go. I feel you need your space, and I’m flying far to low. No need to explain yourself to me, on the third floor I will stow. I want to hear your worries, for on your weary face they show. But you’re growing ever distant now– in the attic tears will flow.