somehow you always find a way to remind me
of all the times I’ve forgotten you
a thousand dogs have looked at me with your eyes
brimming with irony’s longing spilling onto the sidewalk
bath water spirals down the drain
a cocktail of dead cells straight to your digestive tract
when does suffocation stop tickling the synapses
and begin drowning the alveoli in co2?
I don’t know if distance drives people closer or further apart
but miles are the units we use to measure the pain in our hearts
