well, it’s still good to see your face

it’s been over a year now
and i’ve had many lovers
since then that all together
can’t quite still the resonance
the severed synapses firing
memories blindly into blank
brain space echoes i thought
i was free but it came again
towards morning last night
it simply appeared
like the most natural thing
on a train in transit rushing
of course rushing but we found
time it was us we made time
to lean against each other
and though rushing as ever
we had time just to feel
our heads touching
so tender so sad you anxious
feeling trapped we understood
that it should not be here
anymore in my dreams

and like that
you were gone.