homesick
and feeling fed up
- between the cupboard
and her two legged
belongings -
I craved frantically for
the cake that never
arrives
I love thine brittle little gaze,
thought I before I did bow my
head
and realized how the second act
of my dream actually was never
made to take placeo
but we envy thee, the paper stars
replied with their sheerest sigh
while - deepening our tacit
conversation -
my cave always remained empty