How Do I Cope With The Realworld?

k-s-h Poems

Ah my lamplighter- I do my best to escape this place And imagine You, here, Or I, with you. I pull down the sleeves of your jacket Covering my hands That I may raise them to my face and breathe in your scent. It envelops me, And all at once; I can imagine kissing your cheek Your hands Your lips And then I'm counting you like spaces on a board game. I like it there. Before long someone speaks my name, Following with concern. "Are you okay?" I quietly say that I am well. (And quietly don't say That I am missing your dreamed up arms already.) Cuddled into your jacket, I study the lights above So harsh. So cold. My lamplighter would never allow such a thing If he knew. But never mind that. I sit here, Phantom as can be And I stop existing again- It's the best way to miss you.