when the stains of the silence
stick to your scarf
you do want to wipe
the face or forehad
on which pespiration sparkles like the stars
that have fallen
from a broken sky
i am not sure
if i need to extend
my arms so that you can lean and rest
or should i just stand and observe
how you face
the fatigue
of met expectations,
so long as unmet desires drove your chariot
you were in command
now that you have met your end
why have you lost the command?