missing in action

and i think to myself in static
can i send across waves,
my heart is jumping ship
and i cannot follow
any farther along here,
the modern language
of my telegraph heart, beating
send me back to you,
but nowhere new
 i'm aware of all the spilling maps
alongside the midnight,
once mine was the moon,
onward onto octopus arms,
i have no patience for songs that
used to mean love,
the existence is betrayed everywhere,
I have no colors left to spare,
generosity is not mine,
my minds eye,
it leaves me terrified
when raw and heavy
 it sinks,
dishing out the water
will not send it back floating
always the winner, with
forever spoils
never relying on faith
to fall out amongst the rest.
I question my companions
will we quest for many
or only few
I'll always know them many
so lonely here without you.