Give me empathy, silence, love and kisses.
We are social justice, the voice of those without a megaphone, the cry of those who exist only as echoes.
The wolves are present but untethered from your fear,
Your eyes have lost all certainty of anything.
You and I.
We are drowsiness ripped to tatters,
the two channels severed, the two waters that won't take oil.
The candles no longer hold flame.
You and I.
We are the force that never shifts.
The energy that refuses consumption.
The suitcases no one can steal, packed with what we cannot name.
You and I.
You stare into the mirror with the broken intuition that you've seen that face before.
It's a lie,
or maybe just yesterday wearing a stranger's mask.
You barely glance at the past, and already this past turns ancient,
fossilising while you watch.
Give me the heartbeat before the thunder.
Give me empathy, silence, love and kisses.