Do you miss me too?
Does the silence contain my voice?
Is it loud? Is it soft? All the things we said for each other,
Does it ring true?
Does the blanket unwrinkled reminds you of my absence?
Does the empty space contain the memories of our embrace?
Do you get a sense of something lacking just before you sleep?
An affectionate gaze, a particular warmth, the feeling of comfort from bodies latching perfectly into place.
Do you wake up with a sense of loss?
Is this what you actually want most?
Do I haunt your mind like these questions that I have?
Because you do.
Everywhere I go; in everything that I do
There is you.
I miss you.

It's hard to chase the shapes of sleep
those grey elusive foggy sheep
who graze upon the fields of night
they wrap themselves in dreams to hide
while tired eyes stay open wide

dear thoughts,

let me sleep
give me reprieve from your queries
about tomorrow and of the present
of what I have done
and on what I have planned
grant me rest from such importune
please plague me not
rather sway me with a soothing tune
let me rest
even for a minute or two

the hours slept matters not
body and mind is tired no matter what
a cup of coffee gone cold
spark is gone, warmth the hearth cant hold
the only thing constant is doubt
what is life really about?
existing in a place
a house, but not a home
life as cluttered as this poem
meaning as clouded as in a storm
how low can i go?
only after this downward spiral will i know.