No Other

I thought I had lost myself,

but I see it’s you that’s gone missing.

O always elsewhere.

What yacht or spaceship have you hijacked?

In what seedy hideaway do you scoff

at the sameness of all cities, all ideas?

Once you made me loquacious

because what’s the point in saying anything

if there isn’t the possibility of being misunderstood.

Now I am nearly speechless with boredom.

I will wait Madame Butterfly-style for your return.