home letter

darling dearest,
best beloved,
all my roads are ruined
restrictions at every turn
the sky is murderous
churning clouds of poisonous red
once it was blue
and my mouth was full of words
i could speak, but now to whom
do i croak with a half lung
about my blistered, battered feet
i saw them move this time
the walls are closing in
unstuck from time and i
can no longer go back to you, to you, to you
my hope nestled on half a sigh