where do the words
that fade away go
when the ink is rubbed
too far into the page?

where do the thoughts
that tumble from our minds
imprinting
disappearing
leave for
when we realize that they're gone?

where do the pictures
we draw with trembling fingers
on misty glass
evaporate to
when they decide
that it's getting too warm
and recognized?

where do the people
who fall asleep
forever
leave for
when their bodies are left still
and they are left undone?

where do the feelings
we feel
and then don't
ever again
go
after
getting so frightened
finding their twin

where do the lies
we utter
black and staining
go
when we decide to tell
the truth with a cross
over our chest?

where do the broken promises
evaporate to
when they fall from the sky
smashing at our feet
like a thousand suicides?

where do the words
that get stuck
in our throats
echo?  

where do the leaves
we forget to see
fall to
if we don't hear them
crinkle like paper
under our backs?  

where do i go
when i am
existent to you
but non existent
to me