I am falling in love again.
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 donât have to do a thing.
I donât 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 havenât really had a moment
To miss you much at all.