I’ve become
The dot
On the i
In your sentence
About me
That i no longer
Fit with u.
I am d r i f t i n g,
Settling uneasy
Like turbulent
Stormy silt
Pushed out and
Away.
Clouds watch me
Wander as my
Hands slash
At the air
With words
Of anger
From me 2
u.
Roger Singer 