he's summer
his body
smells like citrus
soothing
like the June wind

There is a ghost in your voice
Haunting me through the silence



Through every droplet of memory
Dotting my otherwise starless night

I tried to gather them
With my words, my fear, my soul
And yet they remain forever bond
To a place I cannot reach
A being I cannot see
And a love I can never hear

Your flowering existence sheds invisible petals
I seem to be able to find
Yet, I'm ever uncertain
All these pieces of your soul
Did you left them for me to find
A breadcrumb trail leading only
To a chance in the future
To an uncertain promise
Or did I just stole the traces
Of your existence you left for the universe
Claiming them as something I could own

Should I keep them or scatter them

Or are they even yours
Could it be that they are the pieces of my soul
Still clinging on to you
That you're finally shedding away
To be complete on your own

What could I do
Standing in pieces
Holding someone's soul
That may or may not be my own
If they weren't
I'd still be missing all the chunks I've given to you
If they were
I'd still be empty
Because
I'm forever hollow without you

That it took some time
Overtaking our fear
Is now a precious memory
Reminiscence of yesteryear

Today it's indisputable
Permanently clear
Our bond became eternal
Our concord ceaseless and sincere

In passing I take a sniff
Scenting a souvenir
Of your folded pajamas
In case you're no longer here

I'm fine!
I'm fine today,
I'm fine tomorrow,
I'm fine yesterday.
I'm fine as long as you ask
I'm fine however you want
I'm fine as long as I can't
I'm fine and I thank that you can.
I'm fine yesterday,
I'm fine tomorrow,
I'm fine today.
I'm fine as long as I am.

As if we cared
Let's play that game
As if we tried
Make circles on the ground
As if we were
No more, not now
As we came to be
The only ones that stayed
As if the world
Seemed old, but doesn't
As if we knew
All things forgotten in back closets.

Every wonder in time turns frayed.
Pull at strings of 23 and 59.
Every wonder in time is laid
upon sleeping chests of strangers and time.

Try to find it
funny.
Not to let it seep into the cracks.
The eyes, man.
Hear it trickle,
drop after drop.
**** forgiveness,
I want it real,
Not to cry.
The eyes, man.
If  /if / if
Virtues and all,
Or maybe puzzlesfor
Them her you, yourself *
The self maybe? No
The eyes, man... The eyes.