you cannot imagine

i will sit by you
stranger
man in this not my house
i will cook your dinner
and wash your clothes
and at night
i will hear you stumble
about
in this not my house
you seem still driven
some unsatiable hunger
perhaps for the cakes hidden under the stairs
or for a translator
to turn my questions
into answers
the demons of the night claw at your sides
and i fear the sound of your restless rambles
i do not wish to bury you
but i did not wish to bury
any of those i have
you are not paying for any wrong doing
your regret has no place here
in this not my house
among those who only wish to love
until this love need not feed or listen
is it a selfish love
that keeps you
or a heart so full of compassion
it cannot ignore
you cannot imagine
the ghosts reborn in the light of this darkness
there is purpose to us here now
a purpose on my part
so full of unwanted responsibility
how cruel it is
to know
and not know
to care for
a stranger who's eyes scream of unspoken sadness
i fear i will learn what it is to mourn a stranger