Endless, aimless

 


I learnt you
in the form
of another

hidden away
inside some
loving relative
kind of way,

I felt it

when you
would come
to babysit
my young
bones

as you would
pretend villian
chasing me all
around a bare
faced table,

I felt it in
every giggle
trying hard
to escape
each one
of your
tickles

soon as
you caught
me in your
endless
arms,

I still think
about how
much those
arms have
missed

how my arms
were simply
made from
yours

gathering
each story
to bring it
all back
to you,

in hope you
recognise a
familiarity
in my face

in a throat
that sings
each tune

in a calling
only we
know.