Galaxies

I sit, 
I look,
I don't see. 
I sit fiddling, doodling,
Galaxies on my paper sheets.
Something aqua,
Something chrome,
Stars filling up my drawers.
Eyes that see nothing,
Smiles that say nothing.
Charred lips,
Smoky hands,
I see craters beneath your eyes.
You,
Your breath.
I smell you in a hundred souls.
As I sit,
Among these known strangers.