culled by a poem

i remember you in strands
sometimes a broken tooth
sometime a dance or dream
it's the weight in my head
i remember most

i wish you were here now
i wish you gone
some other becoming
a drop of wet sand

and still i think of poetry
after all that
and before
i am culled by you

in empty abundance

folds of wind

no one believed you
words and emotions pulled
too far
apart

no one saw you
you cast a shadow
and hid
beneath your shade

you said outloud
no one loves me
and the breeze picked up
and moved you away

we drown each other
with unfurled tounges

(empty)

words trapped in bubbles
the fine tension holds
water loving water
air loving air

touching
breaking them open
now empty

no longer trapped
but gone

departed

again
we are run through.

which of our faculties
do we trust

when all is emptied
for a time
by what threads
do we measure
this vacancy?