You are the hidden quantity,
The man on the other side of the canvas,
The word written behind the sky.
You are the breath
that transfers oxygen to the lungs of an awful house cat.
You are the reason
that anybody bothers to finish the book
You are the second wasted retrieving coffee
that allows the stars to escape me.
You are the trauma in my childhood
that will haunt my genetic code.
You are the x
for which I am solving.
You are the hook in a song
that makes all the fans remember it.
You are the ingredient
that is toxic on its own.
You are the remembered name
in a world of forgotten faces.
You are the accidental word
that destroys the context of the sentence.
You are the electric innovation
of which I would never have thought.
You are the designation of a fiasco,
The shadow we recognize,
The boy or the girl. It doesn't matter which.