I'm left gasping
my false
version of you
shocks me
in new ways

All my versions
of you
scrawled hard
in my ink
on my fog

Attenuated
as dim
as possible
to avoid
more crying

Grooves scrape dark
'cross day
I go to bed
take a nap
sleep past you

And no one reads
my line
mouth open
clothes off
next to me