I miss you and all the things you left out
its quiet and it eats away like an acid
like the ghost of yesterday, something you were so afraid of
and the shadow of tomorrow disappeared in the light but
you left us all behind
theres no postcards or letters of books or phonecalls or talking
there is nothing
just an empty gap inside us when you sunk below the surface
it wasnt slowly removed, but pulled out from under our feet like a rug
lost our footing on the top stair
all of us trying to will it to just be that moment when you expect a stair to be there so you take another step
and the fleeting, falling ice inside when you feel as if you are falling
but rest firmly on the ground, having reached the top of the staircase.
This is like trying to wrap a house in string, Im missing pieces, Im leaving gaps
things dont quite fit in together and theres odd shapes that should be there but I can't quite name them
Im not sure I can even see them
although there are some things you cannot see but you know are there
like your body in a box, below the surface of the grass... we know that is real
you are not a body; you are a soul, you have a body
so where did you go?