Shielded by my love, you look from the corridor.
As I pretend to sleep, my tears roll down my cheek.
I saw you Mother.
You lurched and fell between the walls of the corridor.
Each movement a neverending crawl.

As landing in bed is normal, I cry to the rooftops,
my last weep is sounded by the alarm.
You look confused, my mother doesn't.

It is dark, you stand by it and wait for my tears to fade.