I’m feeling alone, without you tonight,
Enjoyed a jar of peanut butter, with a spoon on the flight.
Comfort food delivered from a cheap white fridge,
Moonshot on a ship with a comfortable bridge.
My head aches and thumps to a constant beat,
An isolated rhythm, that feels incomplete.
The cold tap is broken on the kitchen sink,
You’re loving me more than you could ever think.
5 months underwater is where I’ve been,
Sub-atmospheric, places unseen.
Feeling electric, hands in my pocket,
Smoking engines flame from your rocket.
To touch is to trust and I feel weak,
Run my fingers through your hair, whenever we speak,
Yet being alone is all in the mind,
When wildspace calls and I’m so hard to find.
© Sean P. Ransom, 1st of March 2020.