Is there a place where we cross paths, a distant movie screen. Your blue dress sliding from the bones exposed on your shoulders. Where your eyes would slowley raise as they focused in on mine. As the background of flickering candles cast shadows along the walls and two shapes become one.

The moon settled behind the midnight clouds as its glow illuminated the landscape. I imagined you sleeping peacefully somewhere inside a warm pair of arms. Dreaming of waterfalls and mountain tops. No longer trapped inside a snow globe , taking in life a thousand miles an hour. You were always able  to free yourself from that birdcage you loved so much, you just weren't aware of how far your wings could take you. Now each night I lay beneath the stars waiting for the sun to slowely rise in hopes to get a glimpse of you soaring through the mornings orange and blue sky; free like you always should've been.

What is the true cost,
People see one another in red.
There's no bonding as
Love and humanity slowley die.
The brightness in the flowers
Blends sadly with the greenery.

Is there nothing my love, to tame your ghost?
I've spent plenty of nights trying to re-wire my circuits.
For a bottle makes for a carousel of memories.
Faulty and distorted overtime.
For a picture traps a moment.
A smiling face to re-live a feeling.
Nothing ever sorts the holes left now.
Accepting the distance is harder as the distance itself grows.