I'm watching
the witch on stage
do her mysterious
chanting but
the absence
of your touch
keeps zapping me
in and out
of body as
our friends kiss
behind me
pouring alcohol
on sadness is like
gasoline on a fire
we know
out of touch with
my dreams, too
lately
they vanish more
with each alarm
but you were there
with a prettier girl
so I'm askew all day
in the black hoodie
I need sleep
and a nod from you
some place to put
this down
