Blunder after stumble,
Arguments and quarrels...

Open the door
Switch on the light...

I can feel you breathing,
Sitting in the little chair...

My cruelty.
Laughable to even write...

Catch, says Future,
And tosses me the World...

Gathering thoughts and writing again,
Hoping to drink the ink of my pen...

Help!
Help! he shouted from so far out...

Rushing, running, raving
Madly, blindly, haphazardly...

Empty seats.
Rows, waves, truckloads, boatloads...

Dips, dives, twirls, spins;
Aerial acrobatics at the end of strings...

Lying down atop downy fluff
Put there for my peace...

As we watched on in the silent night,
With not a hint of a source of light...