Explain to me again about absence?

The ugliest stories you can tell are thinly veiled truths and the rooms we leave gaping aren’t waiting for new residents because they’ve been there longer than we know, lurking, biding their time because they can, because we have none. We hid ours and induced amnesia hoping for the greater good to glow brighter than the moon since we could only breathe together once the sun hit the dirt. But one look at our wounded and bruised feet and paths will tell a story older than anything and emptier than nothing. We reflect and absorb love lost and love absent - radiate human condition inhumanly well. I never promised you anything and you always floated up near the ceiling skimming the limits of the space provided and finding none because of it. The last time we really looked at one another for what we were and weren’t – what we’d maintained all along and what we’ll never express – for the comfort of flaws and imperfections – has been just beyond reach for a few months now and I don’t know if fonder is what I’m growing.

Natural Reaction

i've got grimy, stained windows
to watch this story through
but all i'm watching now
is all of the corners come loose

you learn how to whisper
when you're cold
how to make yourself heard
and when to encourage oblivion
you learn how to slide
in and out of focus
second and third thoughts
but never home, cause you've got none

i lost you
somewhere out there
breathing in dead air
and sunrises
dancing til you fall apart
staring, staring, silently
til there's nothing left.
nothing but the words behind their eyes
but they'll burn eventually
we all have to blink sometime.

Adventure

i woke up this morning
knowing the opposite of full-well
where i was going or what i was doing
just certain that one time or another
had come
and i
carried half of my life thus far
strapped to my back
and the other half hung from chains
themselves heart-held
and i found the cave
i'm predestined to dwell in
the cliff i dreamed about
two years past four still
and i'm walking blind with no light
but my hands are telling me
the stories the lipless walls and eyeless dark
never could.
and my chest went from cavern
to scream
in one tear drop
one moment left for
someone elses cards to read right
i'm echoing like a secret spit into
the night sky
before anyone could stop it.
we've met before and we know
what this breath held open door means
we ease through collapsing sides
and sighs sing us to sleep
before we know what hit us.