Under His Jacket

You are still hungry to death.
But you don't know what you want to eat.

Yeah.
That's the feeling.

You are always telling yourself
the two shadows will become one someday.

Yeah.
That's the hoping.

You are scared like no tomorrow.
But more than that, you are just big fat hurting.

Yeah.
That's the fearing.

You are so aware of it all,
the truth, the fact and the differences between them.

Yeah.
That's the knowing.

You cry very quietly,
under his jacket hung, with your face all crumpled.

Yeah.
That's the calling.