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