Why don’t you seek me out?
I am no longer lost.
Why don’t you find me?
You are digging at the earth and creating a grave,
Deep and dark as the galaxy.
But I am not dead.
I thought what I felt was going to kill me,
But it didn’t.
Did you leave me for dead?
Is it my friendless spirit you write to now?
Why don’t you just reach for me?
Touch me.
Look, I am as real as you.
Nearly.
