I am your caged sunsets
And melting grey snows,
Your sick, soaring highways
And thin, flightless crows;
I am your pale faces,
And ever-rushing feet;
I am your gas shackles,
Your old madman’s grip;
I’m the shallow breath feeding
Your collapsing lungs;
I am your heart pumping
Cold blood in black lumps;
I’m the unwilling heiress
To your granite grandeur,
To your history’s jewels,
Its demons and debts;
Your prodigal daughter is back –
Let me in!
I tried to run from you,
When I’m your kin?
I’ve been missing you my whole endless life
Reaching for your face which brightens my dreams
But would you know me if in a narrow street
We brushed shoulders and our hair intertwined?
Do you hear me when I scream in my bed
Fighting shameless ghosts from my undead past?
Do you know I’d do whatever you asked
If you only talked to me and forgave?
No, you’d grieved for me before I could die,
You gave up on me the first time I failed;
I won’t find you – no street’s narrow enough
For you to recognize your sister in me