Light a candle for me at the grotto...

Tonight I should be surrounded
by a roaring silence and a warm
breeze. Tonight I should not be
bothered by the hum of interstate
traffic and air conditioning. A few
of my parts are still walking around,
laughingly afraid on a gravel path
through the trees. They shouldn't
be there. They're making it worse

My face is wet.

If you stop at the bottom of the
hill between East and Main, before
the light of the barn, you will
finally be able to understand the
blankness, the sky, the heart-pounding
quiet. These etches on my mind will
keep me awake a few more nights
until I get over what feels like is
missing or at least start to forget.

I know this feeling, like one of losing
a friend, like losing yourself.

Tonight I am only this pen and
this word and this longing.