I WAS IN MY CAVE FOR A WHILE (my whole life)
and then you came. you brought
flame. it lit up the walls, and brighter became
my manic drawings
done in restless hours
thinking about when you’d come
and you LEFT. GONE.
Now I am in my cave still
spilling precious water
wasting precious time, I
forgot how unbearably boring
this is, breaking sticks for fire
but it’s not the same
without my flame
so I grunt and sigh
and think about that day you came.
