I want to know what happened to the love
between you and I, the late-night cuddling
over sweet sensational songs, our bodies
curled up next to each other breathing in
the warm melodic beats, the moon and stars
hovering over our beautiful brown skin,
gentle fingertips pressed against chiseled
cheeks, sky grey eyes shining in sight,
as our heartbeats swayed at ease in
seamless rhythms.  Your love was the
jazzy saxophone player playing his
harmonic sounds over a summer
enchantment, drumbeating trombones
marching in glorious motion, snares
and drums rumbling in brilliant blue
scenes.  I never thought I'd see the day
that you walked out of my life and told
me that you never want to see me again.
Your heart had moved on with the wind
and the cool rising seas.  I was no longer
your serenity, the masterpiece that made
your world a brighter light.  And as I
replayed every single world, how it's brutal
diction cut deep inside my soul, how
everything made no sense, how when I
walked into the bedroom, I could see
the shadows of your faded love lingering
in the air.