I am not the One To Understand;
Nor the One to hold your hand.
I am not the one who Clarifies
For You the secrets in my Mind
Have closed their Entryways to You
Though Chance might leave one open, too.
Or Perhaps a window screen
That you could squash and slither through
To Home your way back to Me?
I guess we’ll have to Wait & See
If we exit separately?
(Thanks for the photo, @moren_xu)