i dance in tune to feel a sullen blue
your voice feels close, the void of you
it’s as if we’re in thirteen
dancing to songs i sung
hearing you call from a corridor i spun
i dance towards you, yet you dance in reverse
we’re spinning without action and all of this is useless
i stand at edge in this to feel you somewhat again
i think of you in closed off spaces
wondering to wander
if that is something i could touch again
but grasp is far
your skin seems further
everything is somber
the damp of the air breathes without you
i told you things you longed to hear
because that’s what we’re used to
making people feel comfortable without comfort
we’re egos without ourselves
standing to be, waiting to become
distilling situations
creating voice where there’s no echo
sad conversations