Noticing all the buttons lined up in the elevator, perhaps they represent all my insecurities and whatever bullshit emotions I’m feeling…. And by pressing it these insecurities n emotions would just evaporate n implode in an alternate universe… That would fucking awesome ’cause emotions fucking suck

Miles away- Carol Ann Duffy

I want you and you are not here. I pause 

in this garden, breathing the color thought is before into still air. Even your name 

is a pale ghost and, though I exhale it again and again, it will not stay with me. Tonight

I make you up, imagine you, your movements clearer than the words I have you say you said before. 

 

Wherever you are now, inside my head you fix me

with a look, standing here while cool late light

dissolves into the earth. I have got your mouth wrong, but it still smiles. I hold you closer, miles away, 

inventing love, until the calls of nightjars

interrupt and turn what was to come, was certain,

into memory. The stars are filming us for no one