to create,
I must,
a dimension of peace,
chest to throat to cheek to tongue,
I am choking on my own breathe now,
the air lighter,
as if the composition was wrong,
throwing the potion inapt,
my purpose was deep rooted in you,
now you gone,
I find myself astray with the grass,
demons come play at my feet,
tip tapping away on toes,
you kept me aligned,
invalidated,
departed,
adrift,
who do I have now to validate my existence?