i miss the certitude i miss being i miss the attitude of the seeing i miss the shooting straight from the hip i miss certainly you have been missed. you wanted to disappear so completely as to leave a hole. no fuzzed out edges no crash course in independence, sheer silence. no echo no rebounding to gauge the depth no responding the years have crept up on you as the tide has swept trace on from dew to the faces kept from you and the tears unwept. i am missing another piece of myself, cut me off cut your telephone cut and run cause the day is done, cut the crap cuz i know you'd won cut me till you can't bleed or run. safty in the lapse of a rhyme, there's no saftey left from here to the end this time. i'll never fill this shit you left was mine but you'd promised to carry through this time. everything about me spits hot and acrid and dry. my spit is white with undissolved issues unresolved risks you don't know how to take. hate and the solid march step, time.