As I find myself,
I don’t find you.
You are now
disapated into a
swiss holed memory.
The ash that paints
the day to dusk.
Blanketing
the remorse of
airplanes and I love yous.
I take the Clementine route of
impulse.
The chosen vacancy;
I forget you.
-b
I can feel your relief
sink into the pit
of my unwanted corridors.
The closing click of a corrosive
exchange in in weary words.
I find myself lost in translation.
You find yourself beneath
what can not be designed.
You fade into me for safe keeping.
Snatched from the tangible.
The creaking corners of our limbs forced to stretch.
Alone we grow.
Together we dream.
-b
