I’ve waited here forever.

Cold, dark, dank,

I’ve waited here a year, or maybe a week,

a voice hushed by the riverbank.

Long gone, long silent.

They never saw his face,

how the light shaved him into less

and the night gave him body, depth

and monstrousness

that took me away and left me here,

breaking apart, rotting away to nothing,

caught in the currents and the low pull

of long and restless slumber.