already, without you, i am a long dark highway--
a journey, taken alone, at great risk--
a pair of bright lights, climbing and falling among the mountains.
already, without you, i am a sunset
and the path of the sun through the sky and color spectrum,
pale in the morning, full yellow at noon,
cast in rust and purple in dusk.
already, without you, my heart pushes poisoned blood:
poisoned with slowness, oxygen
where it shouldn't be, squeezing through capillaries.
i am one great purple bruise,
a mountaintop straining towards the sun
as it sets in the valley, a long quiet evening of racing
towards home, or peace.
already, i define myself as being without you:
already, i yearn.