Forelena

I lie awake at night thinking of you,
thinking of us,
thinking of what could have been.

But it is but a faint memory,
one that I can smell
but cannot see.

How I long for your touch,
the light caress of your lips.

I still think about you
as I sleep alone at night.

In the depths of my mind, you fester,
but I fear
we are no longer the same.

Faint Memory

We collide like the waves
of the Atlantic and the Pacific Ocean—
never meant to meet,
never meant to understand,
yet somehow intertwined
Unable to break free.