I used to think of you
In the moments where I was weak
A gentle reassurance
That the tremors in my hands
This pained absence of breath
Would subside quickly
Upon ocular intersection
Modern times of desperate longing
You leave me empty-handed
Stock photo frames of romance
Still-life imagery incarnate
Break this cycle
Free the beast
A least
It'd be more freeing
Than spending weeks on bruised knees
Fists slammed against a door
A vacant hospital bed
Wishing you were near