this is the sound of drowning

[meamiyes]

of her face, in her place,
The melody goes on
of a song once-begun,
continues on through weeks and weeks
of torrential rain and tides of torment,
through market plunges and drunken attempts
at balance on the precipices of high-rise buildings scraping sky,
a ghost among the guests and party-goers, black-tie and shy;
three short steps, a semi-quaver
and - he wavers.