Circuits and Switches

I WANT TO TURN YOU off,

because you turn me ON.

I want to flip

a switch and dim your light,

ditch the thought of your gaze

sliding by.

But every time I close my eyes

your lips

brush mine.

My head’s a sound-board feeling water-boarded

tears tapping behind my lids

like a scrubber

swiping left on our forgotten fantasies.

You cracked my circuitboard

so now I only see in sepia

hear in sorrow

feel in fragments

a mere shadow of the void you left.

In stereo.

In me.