Mirai, when you come,
What gift do you plan to get me?
Do I matter? Am I too tiny
for you to see
When I’m tired?
When I’m drenched in sweat
And tears?
When I’m dirtied with the blood
from the wounds of
Cold and fear?
Will you love me back
If I gave up all these things
Just for you?
If I gave up love?
And stopped looking
Up to the sky?
If I gave up home
And meaning?
If I gave up all these
Unrelated parts of my own being?
Will you be more careful
With the gift you’ll pick for me?
If I only dreamt of you?
If I changed my
shape and language?
If I muted this loud voice
and gave this mind directions
To clip both my imperfect wings
And swim across the ocean
just to get to you?
Mirai,
Will you please be kind to me?
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