your
……. face
against the bruised air
between my quiet mind
and the raging
storm
…. panic
.. desire
…….. pain
and wishful logic
slowly … then …
more rapidly..
pursuing its decay
into the ground
where i …………………………….. wait
heavy in my heels
.
i don’t even know
how long it’s been. haven’t been counting days haven’t counted backwards on the calendar. haven’t bothered to reread my own words. haven’t been missing you