what's going on

and what's not going on. a dog barking in the distance. grayness surrounding this heart. blood dripping from an angry knife. there is something going on somewhere and i'm not there. a boy is sitting alone in the corner of a favourite old pub. a tall barman beaming at some other girl, some other species. a play is playing. voices drifting in. angry, apologetic. a bird continuously singing out a doomed love song. as if. stretching the distance travelled between those years, the letters, the airplanes, the kisses, the kind words. the distance measured in miles, kilometres, steps taken, words spoken, teardrops and sweat. your hands drawing me closer. tracing a link between these voids. a million singularities. explosions. you. me. us.