In the field, I felt the breeze chasing at our backs. As dandelion pedals danced captured in its waves. Your sun brushed skin was calling to the shade. Much like my eyes called to you.

My heart felt like a broken metronome, as I fumbled for the words. But your hands said it all, as your finger landed on my lips. My memories are leaving, but you will always remain.

Was it where the oceans met, that you left my memory behind? I feel like I’m still falling through the depths, in a refraction of time.

I just want you to know that in that last life of ours, we weren’t wrong. I think we only scratched the surface, because I still feel you today.

I rushed to sleep tonight, as the shadows cast along the darkened walls. I could feel your voice calling out to me, your breathing ever so close. The veil is passing, and you are almost back inside my arms.

I seen the cosmos within your eyes, along with all the possibilities. I could’ve lived a thousand times but none of it would matter without you.

Your hands are like anchors around my neck, ebbing with every new wave.

It’s been another cold night, the once plentiful  firewood is becoming more scarce. The walk is getting so far, that I got lost again today. I almost didn’t find my way back. I moved out here to clear my head, but something tells me that revaluation may come too late. The crackling of the ice and water from the creek, are a welcomed symphony. The sounds calm my thoughts but the silence helps me focus. Each night I feel you clawing your way out, but I’m still not ready to part ways. Lagavulin, accompanied by a single shot glass. Sit positioned slightly to the left of the table, leaving the fire in full view. When the bottle is finished I will place this page into the flames, just as I did the day before. Una cicatrice d'amore, è la prova che hai amato.