Rusty on the surface
I came back
to your shoemaker’s shop
inside you sit
threading through time

Adding removing
repairing old soles
longing to be tied
to My purpose

I’ll caress your leather skin
kiss your jagged lines
protruding pain
mine is raw like yours

Wrap me tight
beneath your surface
we will build arches
whose height will hold
our losses

Your silence
gives me strength
I cry for our names
to be heard