Meg Hennessy Flower Petal Wingèd Brethren

Dance among the illusory air That exists in between us. What’s us? There is no we if you are me And I feel you disappear In the wee hours of the still morning. Nobody is here Breathing happens in the silence Of my needing And wanting you to want me More than you do. Who are you? Who am I?

I am. There is Nobody there And nobody comes. A voice that sounds like my own says things without my permission You ask it for the truth And I implore it to shut the fuck up. But one nudge from you and out it comes. I am helpless And stillness Still it’s meaningless This truth

That exists in the illusory air between us. I am a fish flapping within your nothingness I have permission To envision a premonition Of you and I beg it not to come true But it already has. And I don’t want to let go! I’m along for the ride of my life Upon the only road we will ever know And, in turn, To our death we go