19 june

stopped short
as if the air will catch up
toss suitcase lungs of air at my chest
hard
explode oxygen into the vacuum
falling, fallen
the space of uncertainty
shape of eternity
watching the dark for clues
hearing none
holding my own hand
head hot and hollow
heart in my mouth but cannot speak
thinking back to the right words
the right letters to spell you
but turning away from magic
sadly does the trick