focus

this is how it always is

the lift of your mouth,

the tilt in your eyes but

not towards me : you're looking away

water laps at my feet and i

kick it but it lashes out, wrapping a

tendril of cold-soaking water around my

ankle and

there are birds here

underwater?

floating by your sound

it's the sound of your laugh ringing ringing ringing

it rings

bell chimes and that's the noon-time warning:

time to what?

shaking myself and trapped by a seaweed

cage of cloudy structures just

hoping to catch a glimpse of

you or even just myself in a

mirror would be nice but its all

so suddenly dark and

when did i get just so

lonely alone