stagnant water

sometimes i imagine that you are here with me,
breathing in my ears-the sound so soft, so warm.
the slow rhythm of blood pumping to my brain
reminds me that i am alone.

Sometimes i wonder
where are you when you're gone,
where in my mind do you go?

sometimes you are here and i pretend you aren't,
so that i can know, so that it will feel better when you go.

sometimes time stands still.