Gritty, like the feeling of crumbs in my bed,
Is what I feel when you return my smile on empty.
Empty, is what I wish I feel when your eyes don’t
Linger as long as love permits them to,
Instead of my stomach reminiscing of
Roller coasters and fast elevator drops.
My bullet train heartbeat,
There is no destination here.
Before we find ourselves, you and me,
Unable to escape
The unfathomable abyss
That is this.