Adventures

These days are all untitled
They bring me nowhere that my feet want to stand
No traversing for me
No tactile thrill
Of dragging my fingers
Along the walls of old red bricked buildings

No adventures for her please
She can't sleep
She's locked in a room of thoughts
Where she huddles and winces
Where someone should really hold her
And ask:

You look so sad
How can I protect you?

"Well it's a funny story actually"
She just needs to be found
And nursed
And nestled
To the sound of English
Then we'll go outside again.