midnight stolentime

i have played role reversal
i am hiding from sleep
and

tomorrow can come when it wants

now. for an hour or two
i am hiding with my self
and my desperate housewives
and my letters of Vincent van Gogh

sigh

This

Space through which I

Cannot touch

you

This blackness through

Which I cannot

Put my

hand

As your voice disappears from

My sightline I dissolve

Into a loneliness in

Which I do not

Exist

I am a sip of a sigh

Floating in the

Air above

Basel