I sit in
my car
hating your absence
watching my life just
peter out
like the residue
of salt tears
on my pillow
dying
the light
changes
but I don't
caught in this damned
vortex where
I'm like
a prisoner
in a bottle
uncorked
dashing
up against life
not half empty
not half full
just existing
because you
are there
and I am here
alone
in this
busy world
I just observe
play a part in
my real life
just waiting in the wings
ready to begin
our now
together
(c) ArdentTly 071200