Poem "Without You"

Without You
there's only shadow
dull patches of time
that prance about dressed up like reality -
which only really exists
in the shape of your eyes

Dull patches of time
that paste each other
against themselves
all and one
one and all
a repetition of difference
juxtaposed against the same

like alien-hood
of which we're all a part

like a contradiction of self
now the same.