You are unpresent

Here but not here

You arrive and leave

The light of a flickering candle, the clarity in turbid water, the shadow of a doubtful cloud

 

You are both yes and no

You exist and do not

You are an idea once taken as truth

The clothes in which I drank too much, the memory of wading through leaves in fall

 

You are the forgotten key, the way lost, the play behind curtains, the flee from home

 

The carved out names inside a heart

The healed up wound

 

You are a shade of grey

An all-obliterating war between me and myself

The dust settling

and it collecting in the corner

 

You are the question and its answer

You are neither the question nor its answer

 

You are five minutes ago, and five minutes from now

but not now

Up and down but not level

Left and right but not the middle

You are on and off, on and off, on and off

 

You are on. And off

And on

And off

 

On, off

On-off

 

The light in the middle of the night

On and off, on and off

 

The night in the middle of the light

On and off, on and off

 

The sound when silence, the forest when eyes shut, the alternative when choices made

the mountain implicated by sand, the flowers implicated by the vase, the mistake implicated by regret

the tempted fate, the hidden well

 

Me in you is on and off, on and off

You in me are on and off, on and off

Me and you are on and off, on and off