Are you with me now,
when I am sweating cold
drops even though the air
is warm and the sunshine
on my back seems a collar
as a thousand shades of grey
roll by on the tarmac nearby?

Are you with me now,
when the pills I forgot to
take keep me up for days
in an umber-like daze
and getting out of bed
feels like stepping from
one dead world to another?

Are you with me now,
when my shadow chases
me through wet concrete
as the dark grows longer
and faster leaping from
one state to the next like
the mercurial moon
hanging above me?

Are you with me now,
when all your warmth has
left my heart and I am
unsure if I will ever
stop shivering while
shifting through the
calendar in what seems
a perennial winter

or did you leave
me long ago,
too much in a
hurry to bring
this corpse along?