without you, I see forms
with you, I see a face

without you, I see a line
with you, I see a circle

without you, I see a shade
with you, I see the color

without you, my diaphragm moves
with you, I breathe


without you, I see a flicker
with you, I see the stars


without you, I eat
with you, I savor

without you, I lie down
alone with my demons
I stare at a point on the ceiling
I imagine your head
resting on my diaphragm
and moving slowly
as I breathe