i am not lost, nor am i found
simply laying on the surface
my thoughts seem like no longer mine
burying desires deeply inbetween
bringing calamity, or longing for it
who am i to reach for the stars

my nails still miss the scratches
they left around your neck
closing the gap between being
and breathing with you
it keeps me wondering
if we were lost in our time
or have we even never had it
two lost causes bonded with souls

life makes me forget that
your name is burned into my flesh
and it still rests on the verge of my tongue
silently murmurs the day i no longer
have felt the pride of submission