The Gaps
It seems to me
We should be closer.
I do not like the gaps.
Speak up friendI cannot hear you
Tell me where you’ve been
And what you’ve doneAnd who you’ve seen
And tell me
How’s your dad?
When you leaveSomething creeps
A darkness at my back
I seem the sameBut I feel sad.
It’s terror .
I do not like the gaps.