the ones with no direction
all I wanted the whole time I knew you in your first life
was to be in your company.

awake or asleep,
talking or silent,
angry or smiling just at the corner of your mouth
when you could coax it from behind the haunted shade

Your eyes so clear in the daylight,
shadowed by your sunglasses or the shades of night hours.
Past a glaze of hurt and confusion,
a cloud of whatever you had in your system,
emotional narcotics to mix with the pharmecuticals

there’s never truly an uncomfortable quiet,
it’s always just the quiet that is