So surreal when she goes away.

For a moment, I am no longer tucked in by her gentle ways.

My vision is cut in half.

My wandering less vivid.

Being alone appears as a hard pass.

Broken concrete sits upon my feet.

Rugged, distant and very oblique.

When she goes away northern passages linger with rain.

When she goes away…I am no longer tucked in by her gentle ways.