alls all

the following isn’t worthwhile, though it took a while away from my worth.

*

here is how it is

i think of you

not thinking of me

i see you in sunlit rooms and the places

we haven’t visited but would love

without being sloppy enough to describe

it as such

i talk to you in a sleep

that is never restful

a bed that is always cold

and dreams that end too soon

i know you will not come back

but that does not stop me from

looking behind

often

not often enough

i change i

though each day

wishes for the same same

that how it is

will no longer be here

but elsewhere

with you

together

a gain