I have no words other than, “wow” and I must pick my face up off the ground to read it again.
fourteen years and a half has passed
yet somewhere your beat
for i remain not much
but a collection of stories
bound in a novel of erased memories.
i remember neither the sound of your laughter,
nor the way you whispered my name.
or how ever our air bent to collect your voice
and deliver, the cherished baritone
of your lips,
unscathed and treasured
within my years
for i like a fool, failed to revere words,
whose absence today
we remain truly torn
yet i find myself tangled in these strings,
bearing the throb of your veins
like a drum, rolling upon my skin,
and i shiver for those million whips
osculate the blood within,
and they rise
to match your tempo.
an autumn wind
beats against barren branches
whence no leaves dance to,
and I am engulfed…
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