a gap
leaking gasoline
through the shirt
through the heart

please don't
strike your match
i just need more time
just a bit more
it is what i have always said

and it never gets filled
and i've burned it
i've buried it too
beneath willows and birches

i cannot fill it
and it never gets done
i can't tie it together

moving purposeless, wishing
for unawareness.