Looking at you gently,
Through this fine crisscross metal;
Digs up a weak part of me.
My thoughts speak to me,
What if she’s gone?
Where would I start?
Vague and vivid memories,
Falls like Tetris bricks;
One by one drops without pause.
For a moment I felt,
One feeling more terrifying than death;
To be left alone by myself.
May 7, 2009
James Callos