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. …