In a Bleak Away

There are things that leave my body,
and they can travel continents beyond me.

I cultivated an affection in the incubation of my heart
and now I can't sleep.

Where could my affection be settling now?
While I'm near to shutting my eyes.
What's the bed like that my affection sleeps in?
What's the morning conversation?

When you live in frozen worry,
you know your feeling is somewhere else
that only feelings can reach in the speed of light.

If there is someone that you care for that has taken your affection away and you can't see her to rekindle it,
chop off your hand.
Don't reach that far.
And let the affection die without the heart