"Poetry and hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. All you can do is go where they can find you" – A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
Suddenly I am lost again,
Not in your eyes but in your emptiness.
I am lost in your ready lack of words,
Your ready lack of tears
And mine fall, zorbing down by cheeks
And you say nothing
And I say something
Like I love you.
But those little words are lost in your abyss –
Absorbed by the vortex of your rebuff.
My little sobs try to catch them, but failing
To push them inside you.
I have been eliminated by that volcanic heart.
Molten and burning that turned black
And spoiled with my cool current of Worship.