I try to text you something
dog earred I miss yous that has seen better and worse days
or tired three words eight letters up against
thousands of kilometers

I've been smoking alone and with people
but it isn't you,
I've a pack of fags burned away like joss sticks into oblivion without
your presence

that's when I feel your absence all over

I feel something rising up in my throat as I think of you
I wonder if this is how a hot air balloon feels like
To swim in the sky it must first be fired
up to a such a painful temperature

I had a sandwich in case you were wondering if I've eaten
What would I give
for the hope of you stealing me away from this lunch
for your brand of nonmeat diet
stealing me away from it all

this light this water
these words this now
is nothing without you to assign meaning to

I set my coloured finger nails
to reach for you at the rectangle of this black keyboard
hoping you will walk out of this shape
into the contours of you I was so used to holding