I haven't loved anyone in over two years.
I find it empties me.
Bereft of all but a theft to recall
her hands were sleight but soft
And I, alive at a cost.

we wisp around my room at night
you become the walls.

My eyelids spin me around a reel.
The film is worn from use and time
but the pops and crackles warm me like a fire.
From inside the theatre glow my chest begins to float.

Have your veins ever felt like runways?