Elucidating Questions

Spinning and turning, unconscious yearning. Even as the words don’t come, the feeling stays.

It’s a different one, this time with less disregard for the sickness that came.

Another time another place, they walk by, they look and feel.

The place that feels best for a headache and a comfort for the feeling of being sick and alone.

It makes it better, if there’s a fever it’s easier, I can hear and listen,

To the one who makes me feel safe.

If it’s clear, the skies are not, but the place is every day, and the time is anywhere.

Waiting for something, trying to stay awake.