Bones

Lost in the middle of my life.
missing you,
or someone like you,
anyone like you.

Alone is all I know.
The machine unblinking,
silent in the dark,
no calls missed.

Old and used up.
Still 25 inside,
somewhere
I sit…

surrounded by music,
laughter
and the sweetness of
dear friends.

Visions dissolve, sucked
like a lemon drop,
leaving behind
a taste of remembrance…
haunting me.

Like a bone
cracked open
splintering,
cause it’s there.

A thing to do.
Knawing to kill
the mindless minutes,
filling up the emptiness.

12/13/05