I miss watching your words,
always carefully chosen,
light up my screen.

I miss your laugh,
the way it was slightly different,
when you were talking to me.

I miss your face,
always carefully controlled,
even when I knew you were itching to smile.

I miss you.

Is this a safe place
are you a safe place
for me to set down
the race, the pace,
to unburden?

That’s still challenging to do.
And what about you?
Am I those things too?
Perhaps we could be that for each other.
Except, what exactly am I unburdening?
I think you have depth there
for me to hear.

I always feel that I am solo.
Always need to be prepared,
not to rely on the other.
You are, actually,
the closest to me,
but also, you’re quite far.

You’re away in action.
Or, through inaction.
And I have so much to set.
So I resort to self.
It feels stark,
but,
reliable.

Like a broken machine
my mind tries to shut down,
but the cogs keep spinning
round and round.

Completely overheated,
the oils run dry—
you overthink and worry
‘till one day you die.

Even if you tried
your best level
there's always
the ungraspable

it's wisdom
to be humble
and focus
on the doable

The clock that does not tick anymore,
The sea that does not soar anymore,
The joy that does not roar anymore—
My soul suddenly went silent;
The body does not feel anymore.