Absence

I feel the ache of absence

Without the parallel bars of twin lives

Instead of straddling supports,

I try landing on my feet

But the earth is warming, 

Bringing groggy contentment and treacherous sweat

Making every step a game

Of easy smiles and ground-floor memories

As I grind my teeth

To the rhythm of typewriter keys

My roots expose

And twist in nervous numbness 

A roadmap of shock

Sending grey to my eyes

As the keys type goodbye,

I escape to a bar named You

And stare at the answers,

Swimming in alcohol.