slam your head into the basement concrete floor

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