Against her breath
Ashore the rocky mountain sides
You appear in scattered variants
In the sticky four confines
And well sufficient speaker of lectures
You appear as a whole
But so in a fit of desperation
And sad clenches of my own chest
That call my name and tug at my hair
Up here
You are away
Tucked quietly in between
My few free seconds and downtimes
Even when you show amidst my days
I do not claim a desire
Even in the hours
That you have my every fiber captive
Even in the sunken pillows at Midnight
That sag from weeping
And in the sickness that surfaces by day
In the quiet seconds and the louder ones
I know that you and I lay to rest
Below the bustle and quiet
Of our city noise
And rest there
Peacefully so