The Souls Lost At Sea

(We are all just, so preciously, human).

This is what makes the continents stay at bay (This is what makes us aliens).

This is what makes the world float (This is what makes us drown).

Between you, the ocean and the sun, we can make something sink (To breathe the air).

This is what makes the distance between us.

(Please be human to me).

The Wind Outside

I put my hand up against the glass and even though I can't see it, I know you're on the other side.

The Reminders Still Take Me

Nothing is faster than the speed of thought. I can look at anything and think of you.

The Absence Of Sunlight

If I'm nothing to you, then I'm not. And If this doesn't feel like anything, it isn't.

The Spiral Twists Me

Nothing has killed me yet. Not even you.

The Winter Sun

You arrived as light, drawn together by magnets placed here by distant stars.

You bloom late at night, at the same time as me or seconds before and after, away from the strange low eyes of the winter sun.

You will become the poetry that kills my ideas. Because ideas can be questioned. And you gave all your answers years ago.

The Sheer Lack Of Existence

I'm made of dreams and memories.

I am made of misheard whispers in the dark.

I am made of glances across crowded rooms.

Of the closeness of strangers in a line outside a movie.

I am made of the corners of your mouth.

I am made of awkward elevator rides and the lack of security one finds on a doorstep, at the end of the evening, when one has enjoyed the company of another.

I am made of the train tracks that take me home.

I am made of ghost notes, from songs you never heard.

So forgive my absence. But I was never really here to begin with, anyway.