wanderlust - Marika Hackman

The silence speaks of pain

I read aloud because you asked me to

And you fell asleep and then the silence grew

Silent room

I do not belong

Don’t think you’ve done me wrong

'Cause I’m not your ghost, and I never was

But you didn’t ask

Wrapped up in your womb

Wanderlust

Wanderlust

Wanderlust

Fever, one last thing

Before you take me in

Did I make her laugh, was it just pretend?

Was she being kind?

Yes, she was kinder then, in Berlin