In a day certain,
I found thinking
you,
and I imagine you could
than a smile.
Then I realized
Indeed one:
my life is nothing …
until your next smile.

Perceive your smileys
as hallucinating snatches
of happiness.

In a day certain,
I found thinking
you,
and I imagine you could 
not being there 
Then I realized
Indeed one:
My death is nothing …

Charged silences your
as painful lumps
for eternity.

Now I am,
tired,
between those truths,
without any hope of escape,
… without any desire to escape.