i have searched through ashes
of lovers long burned
i have reopened boxes
that time forgot.

the day you stood by the road
with stones in your hands
december, maybe
tucked between two mountains
branches bare and snow falling
your eyes as blue as the sea.

i felt so much then. so much that it all feels empty now.
the cavern inside me covered up by darkness,
the
long
black
night.
loving you was my only trophy. the real blazing, burning hot as the sun kind of love. wasting away in bed all day just to touch you.

i can't reach you now.