Smash

The wait
of the irrational man
who
hasn't been there
hasn't done that.
He glances around
tense
and uneasy.
Irrational thoughts
crowds him
as he disperses
and reassembles
like mosquitoes.
And smashes
and crumbles
like stellar visions
of things
only happening
in his mind.
Not modern
Not romantic
Not even epic,
slowly drifting apart
from everything
into nothingness.
Could you miss
someone missable,
could you stand in the coldest night
waiting for the untouchable,
the forgettable
unfathomable reasons why -