i am isolated, again.
this feeling comes each time i think of you or feel you or
imagine lacking you
it already feels so over, i already have won and lost,
so quickly

to remember even a short time ago
the feeling of falling, the fleeting image you shone
incredibly bright, you are completely unaware

backing things up, restrictions on hold, i gave it
i gave you
i have given you

senses, and tastes especially
i felt it and your eyes cut it into my frontal lobe
i imagine everything, i imagine that

inside the grasp of you
inside the lips, the tongue, the arms,
the warmth of your legs, my legs,
i will hold you with my strength which comes and goes
regardless of weather, regardless of colour

black or white or yellow or grey, the in betweens
you are my last place resembling home
losing everything,

k