some aren’t trying to stay awake either
they just burn,
quiet,
like something
that forgot how to end
i read you
as if that line you spoke of
was never imaginary at all
only too thin to be seen
by anyone
who isn’t already inside
you call it form,
something that must bend
or stay straight
i keep thinking
there is something that refuses both
and still remains
unable to vanish
like you,
somewhere in the heart of this
i don’t need to agree
i don’t even need to understand
it is enough
that your voice reached me
it did
miss you
in places
that don’t belong to time
sometimes it feels
like even silence
is just another way
we keep each other alive