Light faded;
cascaded down the back of every mountain
and while the sea caressed the shore
its touch soon turned violent
in a fury of interrupted comfort
and just before the world turned dim,
before the earth was cold,
a release of tension
dawned.

Slipping
like sheets of glass
as clear as how
those eyes used to
look at me
under thinly-veiled
barely hidden
glances
that happened by the dozens
in under two minutes.

Falling
with the stars
that you wished upon
every night
until I felt the urge
to collect myself within
your skin
your arms
as pale as the moon
shined.

Escaping
into those spontaneous plans
we had of visiting
unknown corners of
the universe
in hopes of finding
our old secrets
stuffed between wrinkled
hourglasses
begging to emerge.

Disappearing
as quickly as the sun
when she wants to give life
to the moon,
our passion faded with the
strum of phantom heartbeats
keeping the same rhythm
in closed caskets with
intricately woven stories of
how we never said goodbye.

You're as wild
as a storm
and even if I chased storms for a living
catching you would be
my proudest
achievement
yet.