A Space Empty of You
May 12, 2024
Where I can’t find you —
where obsessions tumble
inside desecrated jeans,
where salt swirls
inside stifled brains,
where a tranquil breeze hides
inside neurotic drums.
Where I can’t find you,
a crossed-out name
afloat in a footnote,
an uncredited character
in a discarded script,
an intoxicated fear
simulating tango
and speaking in tongues.
Where I can’t find you,
where even air
becomes a conspirator,
where even the sun
violates its shadow,
where pigeons wander
and stumble on their own crumbs.
