5.

hollow building. a remaining prism.
with dusty compartments,
off-white,
once lived in and personal.
the air is re-claiming,
decomposing,
eroding foundations.
there is no longer any noise,
any movement,
no longer any laughter.
i am the last human being.
and i will watch this structure collapse,
re-uniting its elements with the earth,
and the cloud of smoke can take me too.
because i'm not moving.
unable,
or unwilling.
unsomething, me.

............................

her WIDE BLUE EYES
undo me, unwind me,
unravel and find me.