And then it was torn away from me.
"Lets be each other's inspiration,"
she said, and in nearly the next breath
collapsed the foundation on which
I'd begun everything I knew.
This can't be where a new life starts
and though it's not where life ends,
that simple truth is hard to realize.
I don't think this is what she meant
by her words, still sounding in my ear
as another line... another liquid letter
falls on this soggy notepad.
The cold, white ground is more
comforting than it's ever been
even as it's farther from my knees...
from my hands which rest on it.
Life itself seems farther
from my body than it's ever been.
The only thing I feel
is this notebook in my hand.
Like a plug has let loose,
I drain into it
my mind... my heart... my soul... myself...

and though I can't see
the letters I've poured
I know I wrote well;
my feelings complete
with emotions as true
rushed in unstoppered,
and little seeped out.