The walks.

I felt
as if something
just vanished, like it was natural
for it to do
so, so I wondered why,
and I asked myself the reason.
An empty space appeared instead,
fulfilling with emptiness what was left behind.

I'm still thinking about it.

Long ago, I was sitting right there,
letting the sky cry
all over me
in ways no
human has ever cried, but felt as if
the heavens were crying
for me
and only for me and I cried with them
and wondered why the rain cried and
why I was raining all over the floor
and felt
something vanished.

I'm still thinking about it.

So I walked and walked,
the sides
of my head drilling my brain, stinging with a void still
missing
an explanation.
And I walked and walked,
looking for myself in the mirror, a mirror
which tells me I'm far away
which I am not.
And this feels like something is missing.

I'm still thinking about it.
I'm still thinking about you.