The loneliness is like a toothache,
But it drags my whole body,
Into its turquoise-bright, world of pain,
Diffuse, every inch of my dry skin is touched.
But, from time to time,
It becomes focused,
On her face.
Running the loops of memory in my head.
It’s all part of a bigger disease,
And though I feel the blood,
And life leave my body, as I wish for her,
It just makes me feel hopeless,
Without the solace of unconsciousness.