Where am I

My vision is blemished with irritation
from endlessly rubbing your image
upon the back of my hands.

my only relief is when your vision
blurs from gushed tears

I would place a banana skin
upon the kitchen floor
just to remember your voice in my mind

..saying

"you'll be sorry when you slip and fall, from your carelessness"

Even, now your gone
I would place one in the same place.
and,
hoped maybe I would tumble
just for your ached memory
through the night.
As I am in pain anyway.
in the only way I can describe is,
like an quantum connection
in my abstract mind.

And this is where I am now,
Thoughts,
looking for
any absurd reminiscing.
Or...

maybe just love madness
of a vacant sickness.