[Split Eight]

play a different melancholy song

it could've been intuitive. a comforting laugh & suddenly

nah. perhaps I was nothing... in that, each absence was touching- there's something in that. all these absences, touching, until we'd averaged the nothing we'd had. stretched across avenues, sunless- perhaps, we could sleep into the dusk. fuck- we'd make a lovely collapse [lovely]. but in fact, I've dreamed such a state of wanting that nothing could match, a wanderlust that swallows us, stuck in the map-

repetitious. babe, you were nothing. non-existent- & there's something in that, state of wanting, that had made it so frustrating nothing could match. nothing-

imagine sleeplessness haunts me. it's not serious, no worries, no blame to be dealt. I see every haunting yet disbelieve every hell. Laughed at my friends who settled for less/ then asked them again if they were ever depressed-

uncentered. been writing letters for others i never could send. I'm measured in breaths.
walden. for acres. aches for a pond,
letters for your life & you stayed for the song