A body I find no connection to
With every knock at my front door
Panic transpired by a familiar lore
And his eyes that seek
The lights shut off, but still he meets
My perceptual compromise
At his force, my window sill rise
And from the breeze thereafter, my red eyes dry
With apathy, I look out
Unbeknownst, he look in
I never wanted it to come to this.
What he expects from me stems from the outter-regions of what should have been
- the day to me -
Could not have and would only be
Where I am not.
Sum to the left and grieve the negative absence of it
My way of being, far before a cozened guise
What I know is naught
And for that, I apologize.