Sober Ramble

I'm giving you no context for this
I'd like to
But I lost it
I live in a world contextualized by the texture of your photographs
jealous of the sun on your face
I want to slap the rays away like they're from Jersey
Without your tone of voice
Dragons be everywhere
And me with a broken compass
The only direction I know is down
Everything spiraling out of control
Incessant nervous nausea
I'd like to give you a context for this
but the only determining factor in my present existence is your distance
and you've already got that
space is the single most deconstructive construct you've ever asked me for
you need room
to grow and blossom

and I need you.
I'm the bag lady, out of her head and wandering
I need you
down chestnut over to 12th st
I need you
Sightseeing in the places we used to be together
I need you
and you're not here
I try to bridge the distance with text messages,
I call too much,
I email your friends,
Prophets are crazy
and all love is worship in a way
can you grow here?
can we build here?
When are you coming home?