? she asked

“What are you missing?”
Electric connections. “What are you cooking?”
An artichoke heart “Where are you going?”
I'll be back by morning. “Can I come with you?”
No you'd better not. “Why are those needles?”
I need to embroider. “But what are these patterns
that run through my head?
I've sauce for the goose
that is good for the gander,
So when can we eat?”
I've enough on my plate. “Who was that ringing?”
I told you, ignore it. “What are those letters?”
I lost them today. “Those pictures I found
that you thought were so hidden,
Have they come alive now
and danced you away?”

She sent him a letter
that started at daybreak
Enclosed were the holes
from his socks that had frayed
Returned were his jokes
that she once found amusing
And his wind and his rain
and his songs and his cage.
“Don't bring me presents,
I just waqnt tomorrow
Those rings and those bells
wont' be answered today
There's too much I see now
to listen to reason
The past is a saying
that you need to say”
“Why are you knocking?“
I just want to talk now. “I`ve told you there`s really
no more to be said.
But why is your eye
at the keyhole still watching?”
Those bolts and thick curtains lock you in my head. “Why are you shaking?”
Just put down the knife, dear “Why has your face turned
so leaden and grey
why don't you answer?
and can't you stop bleeding?
I see that this cleaning
will take up my days.”

He bought her a tortoise,
she'd wanted a sunset
to glow in the gold
that she lost from her hair.
But the knife is well hidden,
and he plays acoustic,
She embroiders with threads
made from hope, and despair.