I am falling in love again.

With words.

I read. I write.

I lose my  appetite and my sleep

I keep away from alcohol and cigarettes

And waterlog my ears in a flood of music.

I said goodbye to good friends

I bite my nails down to the cuticles and

I watch life as it happens through rain-washed taxi windows.

I let lost in thought and miss bus stops.

I lose my voice and stay too often silent

I have been lost in loss.

I don’t have to do a thing.

I don’t have to think or feel or do.

I just allow time to try and take it all away.

In fact, I have been so busy with these things

That I haven’t really had a moment

To miss you much at all.