You faded out of existence
The ghosts of our memories haunt the planet we once lived in
I can still taste the blissfulness of your kiss
In my dreams
Reality,
Has become a nightmare eclipse by loneliness.

Having withdrawals
I am an addict
Craving for your touch,
A drug that once enticed a state of perpetual euphoria.

Reminiscing about the conversations about “forever”
An ideology so foreign to my ignorant heart
You
Only You
Made me oblivious to the ticking clocks
They seemed irrelevant when I was lost (and found) in the mystery of your hypnotizing eyes.

Your soul
A magician in a simplistic way
Presented an illusion of “love”
I
For one
Fell for it
Without remembering that illusions are not meant to be real.

It's annoying 
That I write fullest
As the moon is breaking
At midnight noon
And when the stars
Fleck a paintbrush sky.

Annoying because
I want to be 
dreaming
In beaming
sun dials and
Marshmallow clouds
Which swallow me up 
Into a rosy pearl.

Annoying because,
Just as I do with the words,
I want to escape the day
Which I can't handle and 
ramble 
in happy
Nothing.

But this
form of
Escapism
makes me sleepy 
and the creeping,
Inescapable day
Ever more... difficult

It kept me
numb
and numb was the
only feeling I
was searching
for.

I used enough
in those days
to avoid
feeling any
type of emotion
for too long.

And when I
cried,
it was mostly
over a memory
of a time when
I should
have cried
but
was too numb
to care.

I wish missing you didn't devour me. But it does. It does and I suppose that of all the diseases I could have, love is at least a noble one. And I suppose as well, that the sweet ache of it is much better than feeling nothing at all.

They say 'time heals all' and it has faded the memory of you, although not convinced it would, and unsure if this was even true

I sit here and briefly ponder, since you have become just a face, the image of someone I once knew from a hazy kind of place

It's like a memory of a film that I felt such a part of, knowing each and every word, immersed in feelings of love

So old, it has now become and the image quite distorted, your face, completely out of focus, all clarity exhausted

The film has run its course, the audience left long ago, this was the very last viewing, of this worn out meaningless show