How my soul felt

I’ve thought of a thousand and one things
The dim in your eyes
The half drunk glare
The slur in your voice
That spells forgiveness for all sins

I’ve thought of a million and one things
The likely fragments of a broken nation
The pieces of peace
That leave nothing for you and me
A weak cord of love

And so tonight
My ears are glued to the wall
Listening for your soon return
The bed must not make a sound
Hmmm, My soul felt naked.

Bose