there, but not entirely here

i will, without hesitating
take your name, if that's
what you're offering, offering.

but i'm too far gone
now, my mind ascends and floats 
above hotels, day and night-long.

i stay with you in spirit;
i linger at the door like finger indents
on toilet paper after you rip it.

and i am bygone memories faded
like an impatient lover
which could have once stayed.

i'm here, dear, but ambling
i'm not here, i'm over there
i've been wandering, wandering.