who is this "you" that i miss? this you who is ever-shifting, ever-evaporating, ever-lifting? from sight...from space...from time? oh, grab the tape. we've been down this road before.

but this "you" takes on a ghostly, undefinable form

this "you" i can trace in an abstractly oblong shape air, cookie-cutted against fir-tree and dusk-sky

this "you"

...

who are you?

a "you" expired, out of existence

a you, transpired as time dredges on








who are you?