AGAIN I AM REMINDED

there are places, spaces,

 air clotted like blood fills

my mouth and
thoughts of you

appear like brilliant white flashes of pain. I've told myself

"It's just a road (or a house, or a flower, or a song, or..)  don't make a monster out of it."

 there are hundreds of monsters
everyday

who suck the life out of moments

where, in a knock kneed state,

fragile at best,

i am not cautionary.
 potentially quiet at mind

if not at heart.

in an instant, i am destroyed.

I can not imagine aching for somebody as much as i ache for you.