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