I've lost myself
again
set sail for nowhere
I found myself
standing
in the doorway
watching your back arch
like a bridge
over my troubled waters
breaking the silence
there is
a numbness in my hands
my head
swimming
and thoughts of the hem
of yhour dress
are further away
but the light around your head
is like a halo
through rippled glass
and it penetrates
this warm empty distance
to cold hard substance
to a feeling
I struggle to hold
and often wish to forget
empty rooms
it's been a while
since the gears turned
long enough to get
a solid thought
on paper
maybe one of these days
we'll repair
this broken machine
but not today