I'd **** myself
but what's the point;
every waking moment is another
second of a dead soul
in a conscious body.

nights like these,
my mind starts to wander

and i wonder

was it because i cried upon meeting you?
i couldn't help it,
i had waited for three years.

was it because it took an hour to get to me?
that's so small
compared to the 16 that had originally separated us.

i just want to know, i suppose

why after all the time of pining after one another

you decided to just disappear

as if you never kissed me

as if you never came?

basked in unfortunate light;
ungodly hours,
ungodly thoughts.

what hours are godly anyway?

birds and bees,

****** knees,

quiet seas.


i ache for the waves of
your existence to
wash over me,
exfoliate my
dead soul and flesh with
your
salty
sweet
love