i could live without you.
i could live without your face, your hair
but lines i dragged out fingers would dry and crumble:
wires and rust-chunks;
words' depth absent.
i could sleep without you every night,
but what bare scraps of rest unfurl today would evaporate tomorrow;
Morpheus could go before you in dreams,
but every particolor swirl of breath
would lack the vividness of yours.
i could live without your thoughts, yes,
but my own would be the worse for it.
i could live without you,
but i wouldn't enjoy it much.