Caught in the middle
Of that feeling
The not knowing
And
Lost words

A mouth opens
Tongue writhes about
No sound from the
Throat
No movement in the
Neck
Just a
Pulse
A racing heart
And
Pacing mind

A
Dot
At the center of the map
A single
Foot
In the door
The other relegated to the
Cold
One day
Late
Countless words
Shot
Zero
Feelings about any of it

Floating
In
And shuffling
Out
Just a ghost


A
Simple
Ambivalent
Spirit