this ”,” wants to be a part of your endless sentence

just a tiny soul missing her home

I feel you through the light that you cascade over the ocean

but I need to touch you to once again feel human

I am without walls

I am without windows

I am without wooden floors

and concrete pavements

to our home

I'm re-building my wings

so the ocean can become

only a drop as small dewdrop

placed on a flame-colored rose