Drop Out

This is one of the most recent poems I have  written. I wrote it objectively, based on other people's situations. It has suddenly become very relevant to me. I love it when that happens. 


My breath on the window
Your presence on my map
My hands placed so lightly
So far from your lap.

Your face like an image
On my small TV screen
My books and old papers
In your bedsit, so clean

My decision on my conscience
Your body in her bed
My finger on the call button
Your tears not yet shed

Your soft voice
My loss
Your kindness
My cost.