there is no you
These streets are cold, wet and grey. There is no sunshine, there is no you. The shuttle hurtles along, carrying us like commodities to a death site. There is no sleep, there is no rest, there is no you. Everyone is serious and stern and competition is the order of the day but there simply is no need… and there is no you. Our sex rings out in the night and we kiss to sleep but upon waking you inform me that you are still searching for Mr. Right for he is not me. When we are together you kiss my fingers, my arms, my neck, my eyes, you play with my hair, you hold my hand and tickle my arms but tonight you say that it doesn’t feel right. There is music, there is literature, there is work and there are friends but there is no you.