HIDING AT SHUNT.

waldein samkeat.

All too quiet

in the early hours

with your hands on my neck

my eye toward the door.

I am hiding in the depths

that your eyes cannot see

I am waiting for you

because I'm sure you are real

I am looking for you

down here

in the woods

of my mind.

But I am flawed by your side

I am floored by your sight

and I fear being alone

beyond the trees.