I Miss You

I Miss You

Expression, will you bring relief?
My only hope is measured by a depth of ink
inside a well, encased inside a pen.
The well that fills with blood inside my heart, encased inside my chest.

Combine now, blood and ink upon this page!
I would command you as I do the wind!
It does my bidding for I would know a secret spell.
The wind, the blood, the ink, my spirit, I would command it too,
but like my heart is like a well,
then my spirit likened to a bird.
All things are like some other things,
absurdist similes and metaphors
that no one understands but you.

The whole point of this exercise:
to write a spell that I could cast,
a certain guaranty,
that none of what I write is ever gutless.
Never fails to pack a punch, or pierce the darkness,
or the light, as you would pick your poison.
Like a dagger that would rend the curtain to two bits.
My words may sting but knives might be used
for other arts than stabbing.

Put a drain into my heart,
my first words spoken unto me.
My blood, no more contained but mixed with ink,
and writ large upon this page.
Now spoken to the ether, and now born upon the wind.
The daggers, blood and water, wells and birds and wind.
I would write of all these things
just seeking for relief from the pain of missing you.