How deceptive you are:
A night without its day.
A day with no night.
The emptiest of rooms
the fullest album.
Pieces of you float across
the sky of my imagination.
My shooting star.
My sailing cloud.
I remember
a moment.
a breif-
expansive-
second.
a moment.
How torturous you are:
Leaving me,
after embracing me.
What am I left with?
I'm left with an empty night
with empty hopes
and falsities of dreams.
I'm left with images-
missing sound bites-
Movements-
a single movement.

what am I to do?
I'm beginning to see
life without you
maybe the only life
I see.
I see too many nights
myself in front of this screen.
thinking
"If I fill it with enough jibberish,
I'll find the right words"
maybe an answer.