I wanted to say something
Off the top of my head.
I wandered in circles, in a spiraling ring.
A corpse that doesn't know she's dead.

I had something
On the tip of my tongue.
I wrung out my hands, ripped out the bones,
'Till there were no fingers left to wring.
A breath that never filled her lung.

I need something
To be the thrum of my heart.
Something -someone- more than a fling
And who won't so soon depart.