metro abandonment

[hollowlies]

could you leave me out to dry-
parcels packaged with no return
address,
-I lean, comfortably on
the steps-withering away
the vines won't stop growing-
overtaken by unseen logic
the virus is embedded in
your very essence.

I'm right behind you-
I'm under you-
and yet I'm thinking
of cutting it out-
diseased malcontent.

yesterday I left you
whispering the shadows to
sleep, behind the hedges you
grew-can I coax you out?