There were six,and then there was one, and one, and four.
But mostly there was one.
These same heavy, red eyes
fight their way through the dark,
through the deep pools,
the deep pools that fill up without notice.
These same eyes,
longing to see the five.
These same lungs fill up with the hot, dry, redness.
These same lungs,
long to breathe the same air.
Pulling each direction
These same hands that are pulled
back and forth across the barren 188 mile stretch.
These same hands,
longing to touch.
But something unknown pulls me to stay.
Something unknown and beautiful.
To stay here,
when all of me is there.
All of me besides this body.
There were six, and then there was one.