Claine Keily # 19 I forget

It is night
and it rains
I here
trying to read the signs of her unrest
in the darkness

I forget
she is of the desert
and that the gifts I value
cause her pain

I forget her difference
she a creature hardened
to lack

My ways kill her
almost
until I am forced to find
a new language
hers
through which to offer
my love