Norman

With the gasping pauses in vapour trails above us
you are intermittent.
And I'm in love with being stuck

left to decipher the paper trails between breaths
in this morse code you left.
I'm just one of the dumbstruck many

one without the capacity to sound this one out
without the reach to meet
the almost touchable outline
of the platform from which you speak.

And you speak
from where your corners folded in on themselves
where someday preceding this
you could have yelled.