the fox.

your eyes lured me to this corner.
the thought of your voice
brought me here.
the smell of you,
mixed with the
smoke and mirrors,
called my name.
but you aren't here.
you've left me
in this corner alone.
why can't i hate you for that?
it's never been a difficulty before,
and i can't begin to
fathom
why it's so hard for me now.
it must be those cheekbones,
placed perfectly on your face.
or maybe your smile,
laid out perfectly behind your lips.
perhaps it is the exact
temperature of your fingertips.
i've forgotten,
but i'd give all my world
if i could just know again.
i've lost you once before,
in this forest of rhythm,
but i'd give all my world
if i could find you once more.
speak to me the words
you once spoke.
tell me where you've gone.
i stand in this corner,
surrounded by faces
of the unknown,
but i'm alone.
lost out at sea,
my head all over the place.
what magic did you put
inside that glass?
i feel regret creeping
up behind me,
oh so slowly.
i feel the cool wind
on the back of my neck,
then crawling down my
spine like a staircase.
a swift kiss to each of my bones.
what i would do to leave
this corner
you put me in.
this box.
tell me where you are,
and tell me who you're with.
take my hand and tell me anything.
you must forgive me,
for the lack of aces up my sleeve.
you never worried before,
but now that's all you look for.

i can't say that i didn't try.
do me a favor,
and don't reply.

we are not the same.