by Jessica Hoffart
losing power
with words.
staring at the ceiling
they are
slipping through my fingers
a shadow
moving bed side to hallway
as I try to
press them,
they depress the passion I yearn for
Puzzling a puzzle
dreamed up within dreams.
heat filled with perplexed reciprocation
turned me around on myself
He leaves
without saying a thing
the page is
empty
I cannot scare
him back
with obligation.
He has never felt need or want.
I stand under
a hot shower of thoughts
feeling an empty space
that he has left behind
looking for the
power the words
he has stolen.
