When You Want to See Me AgainWhen you want to see
how I suffer and live day by day
don’t come
under this roof.
The house is full of spiders
that have woven me a blanket
and even my friends
have forsaken me.
When you long
to hold the hand that caressed you
and want to be with me,
don’t come back.
That fire has left
black, warm ashes for this heart,
they warm but a little,
but they warm.
The water has come from afar
and what this current has brought
can’t go back
upstream;