I wonder
If surrender
Smells like your childhood home
Or if the cracks in the marble
Where your mother made you breakfast
Follows you
Like the apologies you never owed
I wonder
If stillness
Will ever satisfy your tongue
Or if your visions only merit
Is unrelenting weight
I wonder
When someone delicate
Makes you tea in the morning
If you’ll take down the vacant sign
And tell them your home