Your silences
Thicken the air
And stills my hand;
All eyes on the
               Space
You occupy.
You are like the Nothing,
Infinite in your absence.
I feel your breath
Taste your mind
In the stillness,
Void Of everything
Except this Will-o-wisp
I once called my vessel.
I keep dreaming of white curtains,
Eggs frying
In the vast skillet
Of your eyes.
I'm losing sight
Waiting for you
To come up the alley.

I wake to echoes
Crunching gravel
And a warm body
Taking your place
Beside the cat
Until you arrive.