Early morning light

I twist around to find

as usual an empty room

You are gone so often

I can't help but wonder

are you real?

I never see you

I never hear you

I never touch you

Evidence of existence

is broken down

to your providence,


a letter in the form of a book

Stranger still

this feeling

of listlessness

seeing the effects of your presence

in the things around me

but nowhere near


let me know somehow

call me

talk to me

let me see your face

the nails in your hand

and the scar in your side . . .

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