plagued streets, a ghost sweeps these grounds
they always call as i am out
faces come and go, with the wobble of the earth
shake shake shake as beads would in the can

the sound of contact, conjure laughter
echoes as the street names past
just like that, the sickness
kisses my forehead goodbye

retreating to the doorway to leave as a shadowed figure in the light
this bed leaves me to wonder
why are you kissing me good bye

just for you to come again
befriend me, show your face in the joy
instead of giving me this pain of absence.