scoop me up

i don’t want
you to think
i never get sad
or fall silent
in a room
full of friends
standing
staring
at a place
on the wall
a thousand miles away

all the air
is sucked out
of the room
but i keep breathing
disconcerting isn’t it
what could it mean

could it be you
holding up the roof
the sky
twinkling in the darkness
little pinky bent downwards
offering a different way
to look at things

who will protect me though
when i’m protecting you?

scoop me up
carry me across the desert
the lounge room
the kitchen
the heavy smells
of Polish food
of memories
and journeys
paused
waiting
and then
off we go again