Belonging like a woundÂ
and we love for pain and cureÂ
We long to be nestled in deepÂ
Reflect and reiterate for our inner consolation to the truth that,
We are something of the same species-longing.Â
Content to lie and trace the lines and topography of facial featuresÂ
ButÂ
I can only think of you leavingÂ
Like the departure of a deep exhalationÂ
Like some lost and found imagination...Â
I'll be aware of the voidÂ
Thick vacuumed stillnessÂ
Sticky and nostalgic for locations
Prismatic imprisoning visionsÂ
The idealistic and ethereal warden of my walled-in wonder,
And
It strikes me again.Â
Coveting touch, timid intro-speculationÂ
What if we are all fantasy and mystery until reality robs us of our foolish expectations?Â
Machinations of the membraned-lifeÂ
Writing my way out of waves of fleeting permanence I can't hold or possess
Yet, still feeling every ounce of you and your weightÂ
How you so easily crashed and destabilized my untouched hope
That's why we agree on friends,Â
Careful because I turn moments into lifetimes so quickly
I know my nature and I know our time was enough.Â
Enough for me,Â
Content.