"I will saddle you down"

Sitting in an empty room
I wonder,
I smoke,
I drink.

The day has been too short.
The night,
It will be too long.

I'll last.

I clasp what I can.
It's brief
And seldom,
On the brink
Of an edge.

In the dark
I see you,
A figure.

Been dreaming of anything.
Death,
Love,
Flying,
All between.

In a moment of gasps
I feel
The slightest touch,

I remember
Better times.

If I were this empty room
I'd fill it
Up.

If you were there,
In that moment,
Tough,
Solid,
It'd be the same.

But the time keeps arriving.
In smears of black
and white,
Without corrections.

I place my hands on the ground
To feel gravity,
To sense falling.
Nothing is there.
Just the wondering.