Lost me there

I feel your weight

holding me down.

My face against tiles

pressed on a cold slab

I'm all too familiar with

because I've tried time and again

to warm it with my breath.

I like this pain

but the hands of time know:

tempus fugit.

You want me there

while our answers materialize

but I have found cracks

in the pavement

to seep through, quietly.

Oozing from the ceiling,

I find a new home

while you find yourself

facing the coldness

of your own strategies

of angry rationality.

E stavota a'mu mi dassi ca paci mia.