You are fading from me,
an image frozen in time,
a single picture, so still in my mind,
but slipping from my consciousness.
Together, we were never still--
we were always moving.
You moving inside of me,
inciting a million ripples,
rainbows bursting before my eyes
like thrilling kisses of nighttime mist,
enshrouding me with every second.
Together our voices were giggles,
me, laughing breathlessly; you, smirking and joking;
I shed my obligations, as words melted to motions,
and kisses, and cocktails,
our drunken love bound up in one another
like two silver fish, pierced by the same passion.
How was it that I became lost in you,
in your eyes like shards of pixilated life
that together formed the most exciting ocean,
in your muscles, smooth as manacles,
that bound me in a grip as firm and real as my heartbreak,
as my missing you.
Oh it hurts that, when I write,
your candlelit love with its fine dining and endless caresses
is rolling into me,
a night-tossing with sleepy morning eyes,
molding to my sadness.
Too pure, too sweet, too sincere for this world, you were.
My heart falls in a hundred lonely pieces as the ink dries from this pen
because, once again, you’re fading.
Fading into the quiet recesses of my life that I push out of sight,
the place I lock my heartache, a solemn corner of my memory
where love is kept in silence,
so as not to taunt
my waking, yearning self.