I. myself

I don't see any sense in books or talk therapy
for self help.
place em all in a box
place em with the throwaways on that
bottom shelf
and I ask myself whats it worth?
kneel to the darkness of the moon
and cry out in prayer to the earth.

where am I? Because I miss knowing that first person. So I pray and plea for an "I love you."
from me...

II. you

I don't see you often or talk to you much.
and if there is such thing as a loss of sense it would be touch.
because in many senses I have lost all five.
without you, I find it have to stay awake or stay alive.
it's survival of the weakest, a testament to how helpless I am-

To The Things I Have Lost.