I cant describe it,
though
ive known youve felt it.
That final goodbye.
That lingering
last kiss. The death of all
possibility.
Our fragile little lives
spread out
like paper to be
lost or trodden upon.

Weve felt it deep in
the pit of our stomachs.
Something forever unknown
and intangible.This all pervasive
ache of living. The feeling
am i missing something?

The past is obscure
and dream like, but
holds us.
The future unwritten,
yet here we stand in the
present with one reality,one
reality out of all
those potential realities
and we feel its not enough.
Are we missing something you and i?

I need something to make me
forget how small i am.
I need you to hold me
and fuck me so i forget
im going to die and
everything about me will
be lost.
To make me feel immortal
for one small moment.
Some respite. Something to
hold me up straight against
the storm.
Ive been drunken and wailing
naked shouting at the storm
alone, stumbling and
falling over.