you walk beside me,
under a harsh but warm moon.
we barely talk. our hands glide over each other a little like a reminder.
your footsteps could be mistaken for feathers hitting the sand,
you are so heavenly.
the air is brisk and cold
just like you.
my collar bones
my elbows
my chest all rise up with goosebumps
you make my skin quiver.

I remember last year, late August perhaps.
we walked beside each other,
talked for hours.
our fingers intertwined,
your obvious presence was a soft mattress and the sweet nothings you whispered were the duvet.
you were so heavenly
and the air was warm, comfortably so,
while the gentle wind combed its limbs through my hair and around my neck.

is this what it feels like when we die?
you are not gone but you don't recognise me anymore.
you are afraid to touch me,
you barely breath a word in my direction.
I can't recall the last "I love you"
I don't want to say goodbye
I don't want you to go.

the air is cool,
you are cool.
you always have been but
now it is like I am transparent.
your ego is like the prescription glasses you can't see out of,
it blinds you.
you used to take those glasses off, once in a while,
and see me,
now you don't want know me.

it hurts to realise that this is it,
that is us.
we've run our course and this is the end.
linger for a while.
stroll with me like the good old days.
don't leave me crying yet.

~T.T