22/May

 Backdrops and acts

Run into each other

This song, a devious ploy

Thumps on the door of my chest

What remains?

Reluctant

My perfect hands

Check the crevices

A fool, I fling

Every morsel I find

Nothing lands with a thud

I blame the stealthy thief

That waits for the nightfall

Of separation

It laughs back at me -

A stone moving through still water

Unscathed, collecting nothing