home alone

you're off to work you went away and now I just meow around the house and sniff your boxers (you forgot them in the bathroom) getting high like on catnip
carrying them with me mouth crawling on the cold futon with my tail up
just to feel it brushing against the empty air where there used to be a part of you

I hear myself in his eyes, see my face in his smile. his is a reflection of life as a stage, as a game. and like a swan in immaculate waters, he laughs and plays through a world of cold faces. Brian and Justin. romeo and juliet could only dream of coming close. Brian and Justin. when i see it in my mind's eyes all the chaos around disappears and there's peace. too much to do, none makes much sense. everyone can do something, more than me. all the passion in the world to act upon all that i silently decipher and absorb. not one way out. everyone's got something. they're talented in ways that i don't care to be, in ways that i should. galaxies ahead of me.
but i'm there, with only the things that matter. only i can see. they always get lost before they come back to me.