Where am I

by Michael   Jun 12, 2017


My vision is blemished with irritation
from endlessly rubbing your image
upon the back of my hands.

my only relief is when your vision
blurs from gushed tears

I would place a banana skin
upon the kitchen floor
just to remember your voice in my mind

..saying

"you'll be sorry when you slip and fall, from your carelessness"

Even, now your gone
I would place one in the same place.
and,
hoped maybe I would tumble
just for your ached memory
through the night.
As I am in pain anyway.
in the only way I can describe is,
like an quantum connection
in my abstract mind.

And this is where I am now,
Thoughts,
looking for
any absurd reminiscing.
Or...

maybe just love madness
of a vacant sickness.

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