You asked me once, what if we'd never met?
I would've felt nothing differently at first.
I was already hollow and tired
compressed into a little square,
the sad frosty breath of an elk
on an empty frozen lake
After a time, without even an idea of you
I would miss you. . . with no knowing
I would only long for something
Life should be funnier and warmer
and more adventurous
Kisses should have fire
and passion. . .
Adventure. . .
I would find xenon
and with it, I'd look. . .
within the depths of my hollow days
I would look for signs of you
between the formulaic songs
among the endless noise
I pine for the slightest hint of you
in the darkness
of all that does not matter