To whom it may concern

I have forgotten your names,
They all start with J, I suppose
I search for you at night
when I miss you the most,
when everything is simple

But I’m beginning to think-
I am lost.

I wake up to an even more
complex labyrinth of sorts
There are no fauns to help me
only the wheezing
of the middle-aged man
and the ramble
of an abdicated queen
They seem to send out clues
too crude to understand
There is nothing left to do
but postpone the search
until sundown and dread
the recurrent dream:

All of you,
like the tail of song undone,
cut slowly
by the turning of a knob
Your voices die,
like a wave goodbye
from a terminal.
I cannot stop the bus.
It is leaving.