i wouldn't know what it's like
to feel the world 
staring down my back
trying to find the soul
in all i do
 

nor do i want to feel
in me
those heartless eyes
look through your actions
like a sneaking spy 
with files in the night
 

tell me when i'm losing you
to pictures in my mind
framing you inside the frail confines 
of a dime
 

to cheapen souls costs money
that
the worth of knowing facts
cannot repay
 

its you i'm waiting for
not figures.
you i want to hold
not files
in a file-drawer
with keys to keep the door

---we are more than the sum of our parts---