It's easier to think
of nothing
than to think of
you.
You who like
an avalanche
invades my thoughts
until each breath
is labored,
heavy with the promise
of grief.
You, whose
softness is dangerous,
coaxing me deeper
and deeper
until you disappear
and the air
vanishes
with you.
What will I do
when you leave me
to the night?
A terrible accident,
you will say,
that I fell
so far.
