a gentle hum
from upstairs
the A/C sings
in the attic
you rest
in a velvet chair
you cry
in technicolor
everything you do
it means something
where did you find
such an existence
on this earth
you take up space
you breathe
you sing
there’s no gentle hum
from downstairs
the A/C lays broken
in the basement
she rests
in a bath of ice
she cries
in black and white
nothing she does
means anything
everything she touches
leaves her existence
standing in time
she takes up no space
she is fog
she fades
you met her
somewhere
at some point
you forgot
it was in a room
with blue tile
and some sort
of aromatic
flowers
you never spoke
she never spoke
it was brief
passing
maybe you weren’t awake
just yet
there were others
wearing white
translucent
fabrics
you told me
you told me you were there
in white
translucent
fabric
she drifted back
into the mist
you drifted back
into reality
your colored tears
your ache
your yearning
to return to her
bang your head against the wall
swim under the tide
walk until you run out of earth
any way to get back here
to me