Like my hand
inside the mirror,
I'm going at this
all wrong.

Looking at the sky
like down a hole;
there's nothing  at the bottom
except my mind.

Sleeping next to walls
just to feel support,
we focus on the silence
'til we fall apart.

Searching for the keys
heading toward the door,
we're pulling out our pockets.

Let's go anywhere.

Falling into cracks
and sorting through
the folds between our bodies
just to find you.

Hidden in the space
that rests between
our two little heads
contemplating.

Oh, Well.
Oh, Hell.