If you still loved her you'd tell me about how her nose crinkled when she'd laugh like she could love the entire the world, and how she liked the yellow of sunflowers because they'd remind her of what it was to be healthy; how she was set to be nothing like her parents yet was still fragile enough to breakdown in a hospital bed; her spontaneous singing. What it was like to hold her in your sleep.
You'd tell me how you miss her reaching out for you; how sleeping alone made you worship the summers when you heard her laugh billowing in the wind like her skirts, dancing in the breeze:ablaze.
But time does that sometimes,
You don't love her anymore.

It struck me tonight
How impressive it is
The deftness of your tongue
Coaxing life
Out of shy, windless nights
I still remember
Sitting by your side
As your laughter floated westward
The bashful heavens made to blush
And you
Conducting an orchestra
Of sweet vivid flowers
Wet petals falling from your lips
Kissing me gently on the cheek
Painting cursive
On the sky's horizon
My words will never be so
Delicate
They are stiff; they are tired
They are made to roam abandoned alleys
And grow old in the open hands
Of a book
So speak to me
Drip your honeyed breath onto my chest
With shallow sighs
Wrap the fingers of your conversation
Around my hand
And don't let go

My fingers running through your hair, your ears placed exactly on my chest so you could hear my heartbeat. your fingers are tapping my shoulder in sync with my heartbeat, and you telling me to "slow down" thinking it was somehow possible for me defy the laws of nature…loving you. loving you was real, almost natural. Brought up believing that love only existed with Jasmine and Aladdin, But this time, it was me and you. The way your eyes would warm me up with the look filled with love, almost telling me that it will last; now just a distant memory filled with self pity and hate for every time I paused before I said "I love you too". Every lost opportunity to numb my pain with your lips and warm touch. The last time I could wake up in the middle of the night to look at your peaceful face, with a faint smile on your face as if knowing that this is where we belong, together forever in the safe presence of the dark figures now haunting my memory.