Confused, Bed 3.

by katybettany

I’m lost. You look at me, 

with wide bulging eyes, 

Bones like a bird,  

Folded up on itself. 

 

I’m lost. I move you forward

To listen to your back, 

Careful not to 

Break the wing. 

 

I’m lost. You grip my hand, 

I let you for a moment, 

Its irregular pulse slinking away

Beneath the tendons. 

 

I’m lost. In your mind you walk 

Down corridors ever darker, 

Sometimes you stop at a room

That seems familiar. 

 

I’m lost. At the beginning 

Your mother held you as you walked 

Now only fleeting memory 

Holds you to yourself. 

 

I’m lost. I would like to walk

With you a way, to steady you in the dark.

Instead I close the curtain behind me.

I think I might be lost too.