What do i do, late at night when I think of us together.
Your cascades of curls falling soft and flowing against my face like a motionless golden waterfall making silent splashes against the white of the bed enveloping me in comfort and sleep.
Your ocean blue eye's closed tight behind peach lids the icy water I swam in that never told a lie when i looked for them in the silence of moments.
The rosy complexion of hidden hips under shredded sheets in the dark of the night when I reached for something solid and soft to bring close and let me know i wasn't alone in the abyss of the room spinning slow and constant around my foggy head.
The steady rising and falling of the peaks and valley of your supple chest that let me know for sure that motion was ok for my own lungs to commit saving themselves from the suffocation I wanted.
Breathing in the room where I knew we would be together and loving and living.
What do i do, late at night. When I find myself alone; and shivering in the cold; and thinking of the things I've lost, and loved.
I weep, weep like an infant would surrounded by any similar darkness away from the one thing it loved.