Waiting for the banished love ,
Rescuing the lost lover to return is an ordeal of monologues.
I insist on doing so relentlessly and fearlessly.
You are the only shelter with the antidote I strive clumsily to have comfort.
Crazily patching the gaps/ holes, so we might be seamless eventually. Then, we manage to be the “ parched & polished” garment.