are you here? i am


 Hey are we here? herair? Air of brindle

e we here? hererror? Air of brindle her air of tone-deaf squalls   ~
remember'd the   
comet    ~

it required a certain delicacy she wanted
escaped its permanent hope resting
by pillows and a fragrant hour something  she
recalled as a wished for clown residing  calm
 yet frowning for heaven's sake taking the forsaken ritual for its
automatic typing     ~  .

                               with that she lit cigarette cigarette  taking her own best step

i'm always in your steps    ~ breathing
thinking of these names    ~ yours    ~   .

(they are yours you know   ~ )
  (yes really    )