Abendlied by Robert Schumann

fulcrum

i (feel) as if

we

have once again (entered)
the

blistery patch of road
of cuteness
where

(you hang up first) (no you) (no you)

becomes our mantra, our
relationship.

all the signs
are

leading there (and)
yet

i find

no shortage of (stoplights),
of signs

that

tell me (how far) away
from

home you are, (how)
far

we have come.
i hold on

to
that idea...