At first oblivion and then,
past embodied, cloudy memories become clear;
summer couples leaning on each other,
arms left open in search of a longing embrace.
Laughter and connection.
Becoming and unbecoming.
Solitude and silence.
Bourbon-soaked messages left unanswered,
winter cold nesting in our home.
Their story ends.
- A Dreamscape
I am floating, in a red ocean of my own making -
Even numb my eyes still search for you,
there from the ocean floor I see the flowers,
a gift from me to you.
They are wilting in their confinement,
It is easy to recognise out love.
- Waking
It is in half consciousness when
your absence presents itself like a phantom pain,
my body once devoutly yours no longer honours
its obligation to live.
Lungs aching for the air that carries your scent,
Inhaling greedily what they do not need.
Chest collapses into a stomach,
empty, longing for the butterflies that once nested there.
Fingertips reach out wanting to touch,
remembering the curve of your spine,
my body longing for what I do not have.
- The Human Condition
Slowly mind quiets, and silences
as it fades, so do you.
You linger for a moment more,
you are gone now,
my soul goes with you.
- Denouement