How your voice sounds first thing in the morning. Larynx still dry from sleep.

Where your eyes wander as your search for elusive words continues.

How your head will nod to the car radio after a tiresome day at work.

The way your hand maneuvers a pen so delicately across a fresh piece of notebook paper. Or napkin. Envelope. Whatever is in your reach when inspiration strikes.

The path your tears will travel down your worn skin as you remember the souls that are so easily forgotten.

A human can sometimes be a boat,
Our purpose, to keep a soul afloat.

They poke a hole, defiance in their blood,
Causing in you a rush of emotions, a Perpetual flood.

Never again, you say once more,
Watching yourself walk out the door.

You were a drug.

Narcotics
seeped into my veins with the mention of you.

Opiates
flooded my system with every whisper from your lips

Amphetamines
when your fingers brushed my skin

Ecstasy
when I tasted you

I was addicted.
Now I'm sober.

Thoughts of you fill my head as Hozier and his melodies fill the air.

Maybe one day this music won't remind me of us.

Maybe one day the screen of my phone will not be tainted by the residue of your words.

One day, the spot where my head hits the pillow will be clear of the impression of you, and I will wake up refreshed.

The fog will be gone.

I put on a brave face.
I laugh.
I smile.
Hold everything in tight.

You love me?
With all of your chambers?
Yeah, right.
I wonder what mask you will wear tonight.