Remember

On the seventeenth floor I spend too many days Staring into my hands as though They might reveal something… As though looking Will cause all the things That were once there To reveal themselves once more My feet sketch the cracks in My slatted floor length windows As though they will, once again Be covered with a glossy heel As though they will be walking up the steps Of a familiar dwelling As though my toes will curl up In the same soft sheets that They knew last spring My eyes continue to blink Hoping that once, they will open to A different reality That might see a familiar face One that used to love me That held me down softly That stretched me out That opened my starving lungs That knew and filled my heart So well. But no… my hands stay empty And my feet stay cold My eyes remain open And this place swallows me whole I’m missing you like yesterday