Draft

I might just not be there
when you look again at me,
might have been blown away,
alone, as alone one can be.

I do want...

I want to travel light
leave my luggage on the rack
of that car that just passed by
let it go without a sight.

I wish I was a vessel
lost at the furious black sea,
want to find myself sinking,
drowning as you let me be

in your heart, soul and arms
rocking me as in thin air,
while sand falls from distant clouds
I am no longer in despair.