Sometimes when I stand waiting for the tube,
I throw my fuzzy gaze around me, and focus;
I watch the huge beast of a train leave the platform,
And the minute it's gone, the very second,
I wonder how something so vast was ever
Right in front of my eyes. Did I dream it?
Now it's just a rusty grey chasm of space
Seemingly small, old, effortless empty,
Burden removed, groaning and stretching.
Like when you evaporated from my heart.
I wondered how, and why, you ever
Blew up the capacity of my insides.
But you left there like the speed of the train,
And now all that space, all that space...
I breathe growth. I dance in it. I fly in it.
