the absence echoes throughout this
self-inflicted desert, a wasteland of...

time has come to a rolling stop –
for this brief moment...

the whirling winds would settle
when i speak your name...

for far too long, i've dreamt of your fingers –
i’m intimate with the poetry they’re capable...

you ask, what foods i crave?
you...

i am bereft of truth;
wholly-wedded to the thought...

the clock takes to 4/4 time;
i'm here but rooted somewhere else...

there you were –
still casted in amber...

you—an almost ache, almost wound, almost lover,
almost return to self, almost summer, almost a...

sing your song –
you’ve took up residence in my heart long...

cosmic retribution / karma.
foolish to think stealing from boundless seas...

as your voice spills into the room,
waking the silence from its gentle...