a small bird,
atop the masses of
skeletal branches,
carved its kiss
on the tree's
calloused skin
and left
to shiver
within the broken
shades
of night.

My desires hook themselves to
the lingering dreams of
lost kisses.
Enamelling the decrepit walls
of my
sanity,
like the soft echoes
of your last whispers,
or like a tortured memory,
drifting and unnurtured
cascading within the depths of
delirium.

Why is it
that within every reflection of the human
soul, I see fragments of you, the way you
laugh, your chest rising and
falling with the broken beats of dusk,
the way you looked at me,
searching,
enquiring within the depths of
who I was.
Why is it
that you shadow my every thought,
my every walk
upon the blades of grass
tinted
with
the shade of your eyes.
Why is it
that you see the world without me?  

I see the world through you.

My blue skies are rainy days,
the horizon opens
as the day bleeds towards the
faint hues of
sunset.
The crows they gasp for air,
their distorted reflections dance across
the streets -
the newfound liquid
mirror casts the colours of
the sky
like how the clouds
thread themselves
upon the crimson
of the sun.

I see you, see her, see the skies crack within blue panes of the burnished windows I watch you from.
I see how she plays
with the strands of her blonde hair, like I see the sun play with yours, burning fire within darkness, your hair  
like a night sky devoid of stars, lit ablaze with the awakening
of the sun.

I press my fingers upon the glass
until they are mere yellow stretches of skin.
Fingerprints; grease stained smudges paint the cracked windows, as they immerse themselves within my sadness, behaving as if a prism would, separating each nuance of this sadness into the cruelty
of time.  

Strung upon
upon each  "tick tock"  of the clock,
My movements begin to uniformly shadow the loss of time, how fleeting its beauty is, how the moments that once bled in vibrancy and sound, slowly mute themselves into disjointed melodies, fractures of what nostalgia holds dear.

And, oh god
I see you you kiss her,
tenderly.

You slip away from me, so gently
that perhaps I may
fall for you again
You slip away from me  

as if I held time.

Seeping between the cracks of the sky,
I notice clusters of fragmented
clouds melting within the shades
of crimson
and grey,
as the darkened sun
falls towards the night.

Perished petals crack
crumpling into
clusters of diminished
stars
so beautifully
it wilts  
like our dreams
under the weight
of our heart