You

Exude profundity from every
Pore: it's true, you can't stop
Being you, blowing my mind
To little bits and pieces of gray
And white, speckled on the walls
Of a cracking skull, as
My eyes watch you
Go, and before my now dysfunctional
Mind can tell me to stop, I lurch
Forward, after you, running
For a cause, my heart jolting,
Thundering, aching to keep
Up, waiting for you to turn
Around and perhaps realize
That for months, I've been hopelessly
Lost, torn apart, my soul gone
Overboard, flying in your direction;
And here I lie, drowning
In a pool of my own
Numbness, unable to move
Or breathe for fear of losing track
Of you.