most condolences are not heartfelt

in the absence of your voice i construct a day for you
what are you doing? besides being far from me
daydreaming of your day on the way back from work
are you skipping breakfasts or walking to class? what movies are you watching? and whose mouths are you touching?
i hope it is you. my skin, my eyes, my phone, my shampoo, my nails, my ears,
my door, my laptop, my utensils, my books, all hope it is you.
my heart is a heavy, brute, unwieldy cyborg
and it beats too fast too hard too willfully