you peer into my life and know the ins and outs
you see my rights, my wrongs, and all that I’m about

you observe and I let you, dear, I’m as open as a yawning sky
but when I press my eyes against your window all I do is sigh

give me a tour of the house you built that has an open view towards mine
I’m happy to give you everything if you just loosen your confines

what’s hidden in there? my knowledge of you descends into nothingness
throw me a bone, I’ll be okay with anything that you confess

the way I reach for you is something like searching for a phantom hand
lift me up, or please, let me pull you close—I just want to understand