Leitmotifs

And what do you find yourself thinking of

when you feel like you need to be brave?

(The desperation of nature

to outlive its transience 

in a death rattle at the ICU?

The quiet irony of declaring

an uncountable as mine or yours?)

I think of you.

My eyes ceaselessly search rooms

I know you will never be in. 

The air sinks under the weight of longing.