Strong, then fleeting
after each meeting.
One is never like the next or last and
as times pass I want to preserve the greatest feeling I have ever felt.
It brings me to my knees that we may never be,
that you could be with someone less deserving than me.
See Me, please see me like you once did.
You aren't looking hard enough, long enough.
I want your eyes to melt into me,
like they did when seeing was our only activity.
We were lucky.
We were perfect in that hour glass.

When I sleep in my stone cold bed,
I dream of your warm arms holding me,
your silky lips touching the back of my neck and your life
breathing into me, sharing itself like it once did.
Waking up from that fantasy binds me to the bed.
Still.
Motionless, except for a stream of salt that stains my face for hours.
Me without you is what I will do,
but me without you is not me...
I wish I could be young like I am and find another,
but it isn't fair to compare,
I don't want to run my fingers through just anyone's hair.
I want to run, fly, to another land to erase this mourning,
but I'll only wish you there and not understand why you're not.
So I'll open it later,
your texts, your emails, our photo albums,
I'll open it later when you are here beside me to stay.