Without you I sleep among the particles
analyzing every feeling
Not wanting to wait
I look for answers
where there are none.
A man in a hat reaches out to me
and I take his hand, hoping some
answer lies with him.
But our encounter is brief.
In my own searching I have found
some of my own limits,
which are inconvenient,
but I will learn to
work around them.
The right mix of water and alcohol
can generally fix most things.
But not this.
I manage to fill the bed without you
and wonder sometimes how we
fit in it together.
All us animals have our cycles.
The deer and coyotes do not visit us
every night, but they do when it
suites them and I enjoy their
presence when it’s given.