You're gone. You're gone and it's everywhere.
Missing you is like missing space, missing air, missing language, missing getting ready thinking I had anything to offer. <
I am caught in the hinges-- of this derelict that continues on without you, waiting for trains and buses and boats that I know while never go by-- to take me away.
My coffee is cold, my mind is cold, my blood is cold.
I am leaving alone. Because your too risky and off-pace to think about, to talk to and mull over.
All you bring is the music of absence, of empty reverie, blank conditions & commotion-- Nothing.
I need air. I need air. I need air.