i tried to hold you but you moved away in a body not your own with your hand still on my thigh you turned your head up to the sky i feel it is all my fault seeing you lying on the floor i cried i cried like i haven't before.
I drew past the pen on a thread of ferocious ink a streaming black line as the pen lagged behind I twirled about the page swirling esses and crossing tees and zig zagging up and over the printed page lines I carefully landed on the isolated dot of an eye and I didn't look behind.