Waiting for good news, feeling nothing.
I bind thee mine, Wretched Lover.
I call your name. Teeth click.
I found your obituary. Secrets out.
Every shadow holds your clicking teeth.
His death, was that your jealousy?
When I shiver, are you near?
We first met in a mirror.
Feelings of almost understanding, never actualized.
Presence in my lungs, growing…growing…