day 5475 // death 35 \\

you sit naked at the end of the bed

lipstick stains your Kent light

what a truly terrible day to bid adieu

your flight to London is six hours late

do I get to see you again ? do I ?

I am fettered

I am free but I cannot move

I can move but you aren’t here

I am lost but they say there’s light at the end of the tunnel

do they mean you when they remind me of light ? do they ?

I have found the road but it’s dark long and disheveled

I am falling apart but I see the sun

I see new colors, in all hues of pastels and green

I see them accessories, they don’t remind me of you

the blank walls are no more, asymmetric pattern is what they call them

they have replaced my old friend with fancy flat gadgets

wires hanging loose, it’s pitch dark

I can’t see my pieces and I am lost

I have found my pieces but I am broken

No I am not broken, I have come together

they say they like me to be attractive , but do I want to please them ? do I ?

I have faults, I have cracks

but I am whole

I am whole for you

will you tell me if I get to see you again ?

would you pay me a visit ? would you come back to me crying ?

but I will find you in the wrinkles of my brain

I will find you there where memories unfold

I will find your giggles in the corner, your contagious laughter, your cry for help

your silent whisper behind the lobe of the left ear

I will find you

I will find you

I will find ……..

lost under all tiny spaces, I will find you

but,

how will you ever find me ?