I write this as I watch you rest your weary head down
on the soft velvet that is your dreams
I wonder if in those ephemeral scenes you escape to
I am an actor
in the plays that run in the night time.

I catch your tears in the crevices of my palms
till they're no longer yours
but ours,
and I wait slowly till the stars return gleaming in your eyes
in the solace of your sleeping I see you at serenity,
I see you at peace.
Away from the world that keeps taking and taking.

Sleep has taken the worry from your face,
and in the soft curves of your outline
I see the sea.

Lapping softly on the beach
like two lovers
in each other's arms.
Till the distance between them is blurred.
Till there's nothing left  but sighs
in the dead of the night.

I can write the loneliest lines
Because I feel them in my bones

The whirr of machinery a dull noise in me
A reminder of my situation as
I sit and face a placid screen

And each key that is pressed is a hammer fall to my center
Reminding me of the lack of
Meaningfulness in my mind

I can write lines
Like
The wind chills my heart further as I exist in silence with the night
Because I realize then

That the empty is made more so by the lack of you
And so I sit and write as if this were a conversation

I sit and I write as if I’m not dreaming
But that's the irony
Dreams and stardust are all that I live for

For in the solitude I dream of companionship
For in the void I dream of being filled

For in the loneliness, in the night and in the silence
I dream of you and you alone

The sounds of the silence flow
Through me as if my heart were
Empty and all love and light had
Vacated its residence when
You did

Seeds of regret flower and
Rot in the gardens of my stomach
As I realize too late that
Hearts cant be unburned and words cant
Be unsaid

Lovely lies, the only thing that flies in my
Mind to my heart to my hands
As I mind the worlds stillness,
Grey and dull in the absence of
Your laughter

I stare at time fly by and I realize
It ticks forward and onward and never
Backwards towards those too slow
To adapt to the changes of the
Souls entwined

And so I write this eulogy to
The love that was shared
The love that was lived
The love that was lost
And mourned

For in all empty nights that seem full compared to this heart

Yours, and yours alone, will be the one I deign to dream about