I'm burning the memories,
The untouchable keepsakes,
I've kept locked inside so long.

Immolating:
The way your breath would play on my neck,
And the number of freckles on your shoulder.

I'll laugh as the fire consumes:
Feeling your arms around me for the last time,
The look in your eyes,
When we finally admitted it was over.

I'm laughing now!
The flames licking higher,
With each indelible dream.

Thrown in:
Your smile,
Your walk,
The me you swore you'd love,
Every time you said forever.

And I'm laughing.
Laughter!
Laughter!
Laughter...

Deleting divinity,
One question at a time.
I'm too tired of hiding,
Behind your pretense and lies.
Mysticism is blind.
I think it's time,
I opened my eyes.

This moment brings nothing,
But a reminder to breathe.
While I lay here and wait,
The days seem to blend into one,
And this is the only time,
I feel alive.
This burning expectation,
Waiting to fulfill.

A sudden addiction,
No denial needed.
Endlessly sending,
In this fractal mind.
I need this too much,
This searing love
Etched across my thighs.

The truest words I've
Ever spoken were never
Really mine to say

Lying in the dark
And I'm still missing you

Remember the last time
We felt each other.
You
Held me so close,
Whispering that you needed my love.
*** soaked nights
Our arms around each other
Legs entangled.

But look how you've moved on.
God
You'
ve
moved
on.

Breathlessly
How close
Do you hold her,
Whispering that you need her love ?
Are your arms around each other?

And  one day
You’ll move on.
Watch
You
W
A
L
K
Away.

He had a hole in his jeans.

I remember, fidgeting with it nervously the whole evening.
Hole, whole.
I can’t even remember his name.
(Now you know that’s a lie. His name escapes you no more than you escape yourself.)

Driving somewhere, someone’s house. Board games that make no sense.

Kisses you can’t escape. And then we slept, I on the couch and he on a camp bed.

Lost my socks, sometime in the night, lustful and half asleep. Don’t remember what we did, though he swears we didn't. I don’t know, I was asleep.

He drove me home the next day, and I fidgeted with the hole in his jeans.
(They weren’t jeans they were some sort of corduroy.)

Never did find my socks.