i’m not missing you
you come writhing your body in my sight.
you know i’ll always be by light.
we were a flicker; a taint in the eye of a sky; a hiccup
in an hourglass.
how old is the world to your insect now,
i let you slip each time…
and when you’re gone, leaving no ripple
i assume you to be lost…
but memory, like water, always finds its course
this time, running amok on wings destined to be lost.
i throw you back anon
swim forlorn in the sea of my mind and
track yet a path leading not to this stand.