Act Three

I know you are frightened
when I leave you,
have only
an inkling of
what it's like.

Familiar places
fit around me
expecting life,
keeping me round and full,
stuffed with the future.

You are out there all alone
in a strange place, novel
yet ancient among strangers
steeped in finality and fate,
time skinny.

Your mind, the mind I know,
watches the implosions.
You know you have
convulsed yourself.
You can see yourself twisting.