I thought about this all day

knifing at my inner complaints

bookshelves of unread notes lay

forgotten amidst the tidal waves

Seems to me, what seems to be

You’re living like a riddle

strung about in drought,  a cold

cure for a cancerous enemy

When you placed your hand on me

I could feel that pulse like it was meant to be

A sure fire response to our existential blabber

A solemn beat I wish you’d listen to more often

and so

As we cuddled in a wasteland of toxicity

your lofty agenda broke me in two

and before your very eyes

I disappeared and was born anew