3:

Sitting up in bed again,

  listening to a crying sky

Watching the water snake my windows

   And blurr the passerby

                   -shapes turning

                     learning truth

                          Collide-.

Missing the shape of you, B A B Y,

so easily wrapped around mine.

I remember how we ran together like rain

          rolling easy off my back

                 loose distract

                             - 

                                 seamless

                                 sugared

                           smack smack CRACK

                              honey tracks

                                                  -

 naught lost in what we lack.

I remember you reading to me, B A B Y,

    reading the lines of your face.

I'm draped in lace and lonely B A B Y,

kicking up words about my place.

     Waiting for some vision trick,

                                               some maybe,

 to save my bed from all this space.