Whistle to me, don't run
Make your way to me
Send something to me
I want the cadence of your phrase
Want the nuance in your face
There is something understood
From leaving your home
You pierced through clouded core memories
Through all the distaste, you saw something in me
Listen to me, that was something that's ingrained in me
And it stifles me, from freedom in this place
A belonging sense of space
There is something to reverse
From being alone
I sift through all of these settings of self
You held the hand of a person you love