Undone

Waking up to my yesteryears

In dreams, today of one day, one day!

Hold your hand, tight, again, once more

Or even once, will do, will do.

What is in touch that's not in words?

Presence and warmth that's not in sounds?

Velvet murmurs of petrichor,

your fingers;

tracing patterns through my hair

Oh what is in your words that is not in mine?

Presence, warmth, or madness, full on?

Magnets! Yes magnets, your lines

Nuts, bolts, screws and all, unraveled,

Coming undone.

I run, I run, trying

with whatever is me, Away.

Holding on to my word-horses,

meandering in the dense miles;

Of yonder thoughts and dreams.

Of yesteryears and hands held,

Velvet murmurs of petrichor

Your fingers tracing patterns

through my hair.

I run and return. Again, I do

For without those nuts,

bolts, screws, your words,

I am undone, undone.