I’ve been following you
for months now,
I don’t know the way
out of the maze we made.
Do you remember me?
Am I here?
Are my footprints only
mirages in our way?
Please be careful with me,
tread lightly,
I’m far too delicate
after all we’ve been through.
Is this nearly over?
Grown weary,
desperate for shelter,
will you find us our home?
– Alex W. (First draft)