Untethered

Breathing low
in the land of the dead.
Keeping my head down and my mouth shut instead.
I get lost and feel that bottom drop out,
and there is no one to run to--
I am going without.

No longer bound (I guess,
I mean, unless you count
all these new moon dreams
or the way it seems like you're still listening)
and no longer in doubt:

we all come untethered
before the end is through.

But there is nothing
that I would not do
to have you back.

(Even just to hear you shout.)