Yellowjackets built a nest in the window of the kitchenette

Crawling through the cracks, always coming back

Do they know what comes next? Open screen or starving death?

Absence felt or not? Their bodies piling up

Maybe we asked for too much -- a home with room for all our stuff

Someone we can love, treelines back and front

I should have brought you up

Something someone braver once said to me: "You must reach for what you want"

Skin to soften, then to scrape

Looking down at final dates

Maybe I've wastеd time falling in love with the pinе

Grasping for what's close to me

Digging deep and crumbling

When the ashes settled

I went belly-up

But before it all rains down

Ending in pathetic sound

Let's talk like we hold

Our hearts in our throats

Yellowjackets boring holes

Into wood, to build their homes

You borrowed their technique

Bored into the heart of me