We played the rhythms of our talks
like candle-lit shadows on these walls.
All through the starry skies,
we raised our laughter to soar up high;
The closeness of your skin crawled under my desire,
where we held each other,
warmed by our lonely inner fires.
Displaced.
But, brightened by the light of day,
I found your voice drifting away.
You rolled yourself up behind a smile,
kissing my shoulder, lingering a while.
Misplaced.
Then you traced the contours of my life,
and left without saying goodbye.
The windows pouring the sunlight in,
leaving me wallowing in the scent of your skin.
Erased.
Written July 7th, 2016.
MKD (c). 2016
*Thank you to all those who have read and shared their thoughts. Writing is always a continuous growing experience and exploration. Your critical feedback is often like a torch in the darkness.*