The Search Party

I am not breathing.

I am not breathing.

You are far—

A distance that has stolen my lungs.

The "moment of you" has leaked out.

I feel nothing.

The circle is broken.

The jasmine has untied.

I lay my soul down on the dark.

It detaches.

It is crawling now—

Through lanes, through alleys,

A stray shadow

Hunting for your scent

In a city that has forgotten how to speak.