It annoys me that you are only

A few miles away,

And that we are in the same state.

While I will leave soon,

And I must, no matter how badly I want to stay,

I still have time to visit you.

But you, whatever your condition

(lying naked, twisted in sheets,

made up with eyeliner, chiffon, glitter,

swathed in velvet and silk,

surrounded by white roses)

You will sleep in the gloom

Well past time.

I will have to travel away

My heart aching for the sight smell touch of you.

And all I will have for the next five days,

Is your voice,

Over the phone.

- Taken Ill