i miss you so much
telling the most mundane of mundane and you’d agree
it’s mundane
kisses, soft and unexciting
like a good sleep
i look at the stars and wish i thought of you more
i am ill in my loneliness
more myself and less honest
I have been running as the tide rises
rises
rises up and i shut my eyes
surely to help
i miss you
like death, the only thing I can compare it to
like a giant hole that will be a hole
until my inner earth erodes
and it is a soft slope, shallower and shallower
after many years the flowers will spring brightly
it is like death to miss you and I do not know what to do with that
you see we both must go on living
in all this death we must keep living
you, in the sun, with salty curls
very far away from me
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