cobaltcontrast

You speak my name and silence A brief pause before incessant inquiry Thoughts stir in my efficient cogwork Replies, a thousand possibilities "How are you?" Is innocently asked But I'm still stuck on the right phrase, the prose, painfully I ponder. To pander to your pessimism I won't retract the answer I have given Lost in the void of conversation The reply was not prompt -out of sync Before I know it, you've given up and fled And say, "I'm doing just fine." My words fall like unspent shell casings Unwanted, annoyed, collecting dust and waiting to detonate. To have meaning! But are already gone. Bereft I wonder when you return

I don't know why I needed space... Infinite, tangible distance from you. I watched a solar eclipse without you. You were asleep, dead to the world. I don't know why I needed room... Another loft, a hotel a whole block. To grow, these roots are pushing away from the concrete. These cold ancient streets and their history terrifies me. I don't know I simply want to be alone. This trip ruined; you are delusional and self destructive. It takes a pessimist to know one. I don't know why I needed space, just that I was lacking.

Not your best moment today. You were smart enough to vomit in the toilet. Head is still spinning. Cigars and Red Label whisky. Maybe you are just nervous? Afraid to leave today. Maybe you were defying Luna? Tremors generated from the future. You were smart enough to get your passport weeks ago. Eyes are still sensitive to the light. Black cat and unexpected company. Maybe you will be something? Anxious and paranoid.